| Up on the hill we stand
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| Grey worn gowns, motionless
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| You can’t see the faces, you can’t see the eyes
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| All around the hill
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| As far as the sight can reach
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| The smouldering ruins
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| It smells like the incense and burning flesh
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| Each man kills the thing he loves
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| By each let this be heard
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| Yeah, each man kills
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| Some do it with a bitter look
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| Some with the flattering word
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| The coward does it with the kiss
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| Each man kills the thing he loves
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| By each let this be heard
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| Some do it with a bitter look
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| Some with the flattering word
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| The coward does it with the kiss
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| Each man kills the thing he loves
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| By each let this be heard
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| Some do it with a bitter look
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| Some with the flattering word
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| The coward does it with the kiss
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| Oh
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| The brave man with the sword!
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| The brave man with the sword!
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| Creation avenged, naught of our fears left
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| We are the actors of our own perfection
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| Let the flames burn!
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| Let the night glow!
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| Look (This was life), it was happening all around you
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| Since now on — it’s all gone
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| And since now you’ll start to feel
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| That you were the very part of it
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| Same as god is nothing without the fairy tale of him
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| So you are nobody
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| Without the world that creates you
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| Each man kills the thing he loves
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| By each let this be heard
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| Some do it with a bitter look
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| Some with the flattering word
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| The coward does it with the kiss
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| Each man kills the thing he loves
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| By each let this be heard
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| Yeah, each man kills
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| Some do it with a bitter look
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| Some with the flattering word
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| The coward does it with the kiss
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| The world without the end
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| This night ended up in flames
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| For all that they have done to us
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| For all that you have done to us |