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Gone the world ,slaves of the wicked
my hands are rugged and torn,
as the sins of my father has surpassed his king in thorns,
for the hearts that have wore no crown,
for the serpants delivered his sons for his soul be down,
I promise thee to raise from this kiss,
a gift he give of his eternalness bliss,
the world is but lost ,
an with it the ultimate cost,
let fire be bound,
an take the earth as she walks the ground,
for the lord has fallen, he sounds his horn,
of all that left of the savior who we mourn,
it was all that was taken of the cloak that was torn,
an cursed the beloved for the Shepard that was born.
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