| Seraphic shadows dot the sky
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| Tattered wings on the horizon
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| And at bruised first light we’ll fly
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| Like the veins of hell opened up to the dawn
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| I have seen the night time sun
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| Turnin' the rainbow black
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| The histories can’t be undone
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| Come on, now there’s no turning back
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| The fire in our eyes is real (Now)
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| Can you see it burn
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| When they tell us how to feel
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| There are lessons they must learn
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| Savage kings have ruled too long
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| We’re only serfs and thralls
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| But there is power in our song
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| It can shake the castle walls
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| The world is cold
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| And I’ve lost my hold
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| Yet here we are screaming for magic
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| I can feel their eyes
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| They’re inside my mind
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| It’s all so real and it’s tragic
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| Wrap yourself
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| Around my arm
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| My roots are like road maps they twist and they vine
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| Sink your teeth
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| Into my veins
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| The same foolish blood that runs through yours and mine
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| We’ll take up snakes
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| Self-righteous
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| Holier than-thou
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| We’ll take up snakes
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| Until the fires come raining down
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| Now fire rain down
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| The crimson slash in the sky is ours now
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| Do you feel it burn
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| Calling on unholy powers
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| There are lessons they must learn
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| Standing at the mouth of hell
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| The trumpet sounding (ring out)
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| Now our kingdom is at hand
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| Come and take us if you can
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| The world is cold
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| And I’ve lost my hold
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| Yet here we are screaming for magic
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| I feel their eyes
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| They’re inside my mind
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| It’s all so real and it’s tragic
|
| Wrap yourself
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| Around my arm
|
| My roots are like roadmaps they twist and they vine
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| Sink your teeth
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| Into my veins
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| The same foolish blood that runs through yours and mine
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| We’ll take up snakes
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| Self righteous holier than thou
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| We’ll take up snakes
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| With poison in our veins we will drown
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| We’ll take up snakes
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| Until the fires come raining down |