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your order is your anarchyyour violence your peaceyour gospel is your blasphemyyour famine is your feastdestruction is your architectyour woman and your priest
I fear your falling sanctuary'ssoon to be your beast
I believe in something strangethe prophecies are closing inupon us one by onethe angels of the seven churchesmaiden of the sunsilent lay the gentle lambthe prayer and the gun
I believe the gates aboveare closed to everyone
I believe in something strange
Prophets and angels fall from the altarweak is the grip of the hand of the bravepray for the bleeding that lie in the shatterspray for the dying that lie in their gravessubmission through guilt and fearis not what I had in mindand my blood has run far too thinamong the hands of you alland I'm afraid I have nothingleft for youa symphony of tragedyawakes a watchful eyea serenade of agonypours down from the skythe dancers of catastrophego quickly spinning by
I begin to understandthe simple reason why
I believe in something strangestrange this song of mine
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