dark the towers but  lightning kills

dark the faces but despair heals

naked the prostitute but virginity
grows old

we are so weak!

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listen my children and you shall fear

the midnight stalk of fear itself

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the silent rain bears down

the runaway child keeps runnin

the police man does what he does

so do you

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if i really depended on you

i would be dead already

if you truly depended on me

you would be standin

on top of the hill

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the stream in the sacred wood

flows full with the blood of the world

the breasts of the lover flows

with the blood of sacred pain

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dark the towers but  lightning kills

dark the faces but despair heals

naked the prostitute but virginity
grows old

we are so weak!