The trees gave up their up their roots
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And the lepers left their caves
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All the rattlesnakes came down from the mountain
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And the kings all became slaves
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On the day
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That my lord came
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The fire split the beams
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The wall's coming down
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The day my lord came
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The tears filled up my eyes
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The curtain has been drawn
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To lay to waste this land, to me
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It's like the beauty of the breakin' of the dawn
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And as a black hand swept across the earth
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I knew
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That that day came
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When the fish float on the water
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With their bellies up
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I'll know, I'll know
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That that day came
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All the rattlesnakes came down from the mountain
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And the kings all became slaves
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The trees gave up their up their roots from the earth
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And the lepers left their caves
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On the day
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That my lord came
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The coyotes left their dens
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The horses left to their stables
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And they bowed down to the ground
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Every creature that was able
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A blanket of moss will cover the earth
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And I'll know
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That the day came
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It's the shifting of the guard
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Time to start anew
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The old gods have all failed
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And their successors too
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My king, my king
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Will wipe the slate clean
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Houses become tombs
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My king, my king
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Will take the fruit of every single womb
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And make it his own
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My king, he is displeased
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To be forgotten and alone
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And the ones who came before
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Well the valley is filled
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With their bones
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I am the storm brewing up from the east
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From the west
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From every direction at once
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The Day
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| Murder By Death |
