Give me your eyes so I can see through fire
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Give me your strength so I can stand so strong
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Now we walk on leathered skin to freedom
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The tempest roars, but I am fearless
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With each step I crack and stretch, and each breath is a sting to my chest
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Oh God, will this push bring purity, will this push bring purity or
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Bring out the dead, bring out the dead
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Bring out what you will have bow down
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Bring out the dead, bring out the dead
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Bring out what you will have bow down, they will bow down
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They¡¯re climbing, climbing through soil and dirt
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They have my scent, but you can stop them I¡¯m sure
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Yes, I can best even the devil himself, but your pride has just made it worse
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What writhing spite is unearthing here?
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Why choose the prodigals,
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a band of cowards, to hoist your banner of love for the world to the slaughter?
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It¡¯s just a crack, the smallest of flaws
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Your legs have now failed you to crawl
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From the dirt, insurgent to warning, from lion to nothing at all
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Look and see, you¡¯re feeble and weak for your body fights only your heart
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Call to me, and unleash the strength
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Your soul will begin to roar
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Give me your eyes so I can see through fire
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Give me your strength so I can stand so strong
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I breathe in your light, and like fire my colors now light
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Though outnumbered by lines, we¡¯ll stay and fight
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When we reach the gates, all you¡¯ll hear us say is
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Bring out the dead, bring out the dead
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Bring out what you will have bow down
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Bring out the dead, bring out the dead
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Bring out what you will have bow down, they will bow down
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Commissioned By Kings
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| Oh, Sleeper |
