| How can you be sleeping? |
| Waves like weapons crash
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| O’er us, cry for mercy and hold fast hope
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| Who of us is cursed, or do we have to ask
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| Search your souls and hold fast
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| If no one speaks a word, then let the lots be cast
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| Truth be told and hold fast
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| White death wakes in black skies, mark your maker’s wrath
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| Fear and flames of azure climb the crooked mast
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| You will yet be baptized, steeped in shattered glass
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| Sink and sing your answer and hold fast
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| As strong arms grip your shoulders
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| Like dead hands of the past
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| Pray as you’re tossed over
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| This breath could be your last
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| Quiet and cold
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| Silent and slow
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| Night black as coal
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| Miles here below
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| Find your faith and dive deep, through living gateways pass
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| Lined with death and ivory, and hold fast, hold fast
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| Deep beneath the black dawn, leagues from lightning’s flash
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| (Ribs will raise cathedrals)
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| Ribs will raise cathedrals for the morning mass
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| (For the morning mass)
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| Steel yourself in sackcloth, roll your heart in ash
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| (Scrape your skin with steel wool)
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| Scrape your skin with steel wool and hold fast hope
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| (Roll your heart in ash)
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| Ribs will raise cathedrals for the morning mass
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| Scrape your skin with steel wool
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| Cross your heart and hold fast hope
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| Hold fast hope, hold fast hope |