We came from the pile.
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We came from the dead and dying.
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But the moment you pulled
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You brought us back to the living.
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Stand here to a world at war.
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This blacken field leads to ruin,
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Ruled by folds pulled tight, and a pit so slick.
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Draw your lines, let nothing cross. No!
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What booming hate moves close,
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So vast that the clouds would follow?
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What looms, with thunder?
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And the water did fall.
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The turn of earth to mud.
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Once dried veins, now fill and swell.
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Lift the torches, light the fields!
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We stand as the giants make way.
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We stand as the giants make way.
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We are the few to shed the fold,
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We are the few!
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Oh, sweet lit clarity grant us the eyes for this bane.
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Towered beasts now meet our lines...
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Oh but fast on the wind came a song, don't turn.
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The lines crossed now charge.
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The lines crossed but you turned away.
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It was a beautiful song, sung through beast's jagged teeth.
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It's not real. You'll see. It's not real. You'll see.
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She's the one that you want The soft wet skin that haunts.
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Deep inside a warmth that lies on a bed,
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She's calling to you...
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Fight from your knees and the giants will fall.
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...taste the wine of her lips, feel free to taste this kiss.
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Drink deep and forget the struggle in the battle you live.
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Don't turn we need you. Don't turn we need you.
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The sirens are calling your name!
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Come back. Make the call.
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Father, send your rain.
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Lay waste to the kings here.
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Lay waste to their grip and we'll rise.
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We will rise.
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The Siren's Song
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| Oh, Sleeper |
