Falling by numbers before my very eyes
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The Kin of the Dragons I've slain by birthright
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And seer grant me courage for I know not the peril
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That lie ahead down my twisted path
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... So rise, oh Lord...
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... Grant me strength, to uphold...
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Thy kingdom to come
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Thy death be undone
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Sleep no longer
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For the land below both King and foe
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Awaits this final day
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And though fear roams I do know, I do understand
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What must be done...
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Be seated, be afraid for what may come this way
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For behind these shutters and behind these doors
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Our story's about to unfold
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I gather the will to end my mission
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With the seven witches tied at the stakes
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And as the audience is ghasping for air
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I prepare to revel in the flesh
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And now the feast is here, as the maidens fair
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Are cleansed by the flames
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Preordained
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As I falter by every word
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Summoning all but the Lord himself
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For as the shape reveals as prophesied in the "good book"
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It all seams somewhat twisted to what I've
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Learned to believe to be the man not the beast
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I've (now) somehow succumbed to without
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Knowing what made me sacrifice
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All that's dead to be by the hand of the Lord
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... Oh Lord why have you turned on me?
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... Oh Lord you sought me out
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Behind this curtain of my everyday life
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And now it seams the only one to die
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Is me...
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Dark Is The Seraphim
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| Elvira Madigan |
