I will give the secrets you request
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And you will be the one to sacrifice
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So lay your olve arms across my breast
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And sing the poems, free the butterflies
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Pray your gods who ask you for your blood
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For they are strong and angry jealous ones
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Or lay upon my altar now your love
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I fear my time is short
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There are armies moving close
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Be quick, my love
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I feel my body weakened by the years
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As people turn to gods of cruel design
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Is it tht they fear the pain of death
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Or could it be they fear the joy of life
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Pray your gods who rule you by your fear
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For they are quick and ruthless punishers
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Or lay upon my altar now your love
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I fear my time is short
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There are armies moving on
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Be quick, my love
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Pray Your Gods
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Toad The Wet Sprocket |