the traveller lies fallen battered and bleeding
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in pain upon his path
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despair his companion
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no strength to go forth on his way
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death's hand is knocking
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my thirsting throat desires his wine
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black shapes are mocking
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they long to desecrate my mind
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death's hand is knocking
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my drifting soul his eyes may find
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black death is mocking
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he's reaching out his hand for mine
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an agonising scream pleads the quickening of death
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but only his echo returns to laugh at the broken man
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and mock his crumpled form
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yet he must endure and emerge from the wastes
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for denial will stagnate his soul
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his judgement stained
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master i'm dying
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pain is bursting through my head
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please hear my crying
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don't let me dance among the dead
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the violent scourging of christ
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the gory ransom paid
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scarlet streamed his holy blood
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exalted is his name
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spirit of fire restores my sight
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mercy shown through blackest night
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alive once more to carry on
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give voice unto the skies
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emptiness within me
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all i feel is freezing pain
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noxious cold burns my eyes
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my weakened heart enshrined in ice
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in helpless fear i cower
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pathetic my demise
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evil looms with power
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its presence i despise
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Restoration
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| Ethereal Scourge |
