all hearts are filled with horror and with dread
we've hit the boundary of human reach
out here in the republic of the dead
there's no necessity to get ahead
once we have heard the words of the last speech
all hearts are filled with horror and with dread
for this we struggled long to earn our bread
and bowed low as the vile old friars preach
out here in the republic of the dead
where are are equal in the weight of lead
but none will listen as the poor beseech
all hearts are filled with horror and with dread
at every sound that penetrates the head
while silent men walk up and down the beach
out here in the republic of the dead
where none dare speak and all the good are fled
and what we learnt no one could ever teach
all hearts are filled with horror and with dread
out here in the republic of the dead
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
all hearts are filled with horror and with dread
we've hit the boundary of human reach
out here in the republic of the dead
there's no necessity to get ahead
once we have heard the words of the last speech
all hearts are filled with horror and with dread
for this we struggled long to earn our bread
and bowed low as the vile old friars preach
out here in the republic of the dead
where are are equal in the weight of lead
but none will listen as the poor beseech
all hearts are filled with horror and with dread
at every sound that penetrates the head
while silent men walk up and down the beach
out here in the republic of the dead
where none dare speak and all the good are fled
and what we learnt no one could ever teach
all hearts are filled with horror and with dread
out here in the republic of the dead
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