| As a boy, he was to young to see
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| And didn’t know what it was
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| But from the start he was meant to be
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| Just one among us
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| Now as a man, he’s blinded by thirst
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| On his way to tare down the church
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| Like a spell that been cast
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| He was the keeper
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| The keeper of the dead
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| Got all the features
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| To justify all threats
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| Just for a while, he may appear for you
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| In different shapes and disguise
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| Nothing here and nothing left for you
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| And there’s no reason to cry
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| Dive into his world
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| For the hunt of a promised land
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| You didn’t know he was coming
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| You haven’t ever been asked
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| They call you fool, but you should not listen
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| To all of their lies, they trying to tell you
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| See him, watch him, fear him
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| Feeling cold winds blow |