| The wreckage to plagues we sing of On the breath of harmony
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| Submersed, forgotten, and singing in suffering
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| While I stand behind these shimmering tired eyes
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| Watching your faithless stride
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| Deep into hell
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| Taste… Taste the blood of the angels heart
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| We have only just begun to fall
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| In the end when we fall
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| Consumed by all that we deny
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| They have gone to the razors thrusting up And thinking of this failure alight
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| Stillborn, slit in this nevermore
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| The flight deeper on this pale horse
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| They bury their hearts in the opens of remission
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| While I bury my heart deep in this morning star
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| Taste… Taste the blood of the angels heart
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| We have only just begun to fall
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| In the end when we fall
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| Consumed by all that we deny
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| Wading in sin
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| Corrupted by poisoned minds
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| And all that you trust would kill in a beat of heart
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| Don’t morn for the child he’s destined to wield decay
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| Salvation is lost when all your dreams fade away
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| Wading in sin and your poisoned minds
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| The future set free
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| While I bleed your blood
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| Taste… Taste the blood of the angels heart
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| We have only just begun to fall
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| In the end when we fall
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| Consumed by all that we deny
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| Taste… Taste the blood of the angels heart
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| We have only just begun to fall
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| In the end when we fall
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| Consumed by all that we deny |