| If one and all who hear my call
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| Could lend their ears to me
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| Then you could hear the crooked tale
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| Of how this fire has come to be
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| I must admit that the manipulator’s fate was resting at my feet
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| But all of his intimidation brought me to my knees when he said
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| «Keep this secret safe, or watch your flock devoured by the flame
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| Left in my wake; |
| I’ll burn through you.»
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| There is a vision you have come to know and love
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| (the deft defender with a heart of gold)
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| An imitation of a man he left to die
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| Face down in the mud
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| (such venom coursing through his veins)
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| And now the mimic is a cynic who laughs
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| While the house of God is reduced to ash
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| Well, I won’t let corruption carry on
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| Come out from the dark and claim your life
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| Before you all but fall apart
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| We can keep this wolf far from our flock
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| So raise your voices, torches, rocks
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| And follow me into the night
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| We’ll bring this evil to the light
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| You tried to take control
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| But you couldn’t with a stolen soul
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| So we’re coming after you tonight
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| Coming after you tonight
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| No word he could uphold
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| Cause the only truth he ever told
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| Was that there’s far too many ways to die
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| Far too many ways to die
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| Lost in his memories; |
| the end in sight
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| Come out from the dark and claim your life
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| Before you all but fall apart
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| We can keep this wolf far from our flock
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| So raise your voices, torches, rocks
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| And follow me into the night
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| We’ll bring this evil to the light |