And in the days of to come
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The sound of iron and the sound of drums
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And in the days of to come
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The earth shall seethe and the clouds will bleed
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And in the days of to come
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Will we be drowned in a sea of scum?
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And in the days of to come
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Will man spew out a bastard son?
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But from the forest and the field
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Here she comes, here she comes
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Beneath the turning of the sun’s wheel
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Here she comes, here she comes
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From her womb of growing corn
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We are reborn, we are reborn
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Her moon that lights us 'till the dawn
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Here she comes, here she comes
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And in the days that will be
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The doors of hope will have no key
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And in the days that will be
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No books or gods, only greed
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And in the days it will show
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That the rule of gold will drag us low
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And in great halls where treason breeds
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Even noble hearts become diseased
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But from the forest and the field
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Here she comes, here she comes
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Beneath the turning of the sun’s wheel
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Here she comes, here she comes
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And from her womb of growing corn
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We are reborn, we are reborn
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Her moon that lights us 'till the dawn
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Here she comes, here she comes
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And from the forest and the field
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Here she comes, here she comes
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Beneath the turning of the sun’s wheel
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Here she comes, here she comes
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And from her womb of growing corn
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We are reborn, we are reborn
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Her moon that lights us 'till the dawn
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Here she comes, here she comes
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Here she comes, here she comes
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Here she comes, here she comes
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Here she comes, here she comes
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Here she comes, here she comes |