He woke up, as his flesh fell off ... slice by slice,
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Floating high up in the air, more than ten-thousand miles.
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He said, he was crucified underneath a baneful sky,
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Had nails through feet and hands,
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Yes, also nails in his eyes.
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In defiance of all living things he hang there ... upside down,
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His poor, vicious face almost touching the ground.
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He knows well where he's been,
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Don't let him in !!!
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He claimed twelve-thousand crucifixes transformed
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into distorted sombre trees,
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Blood ran down their scarred trunks,
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Gushed slowly dripping out of the leaves.
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The offering gathered in a chalice, all golden,
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Held by the dirty hands of a black-bearded man,
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His face sheer spitefulness.
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He knows well where he's been;
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So, don't let him, don't let him in ...
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Don't let him in !!!
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Uber Den Fluss
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Sopor Aeternus |