Mourning
The wind will shiver
In the bleak coldness of December
And the gods will cry
For everyone that shall die
For every life that the darkness will take
And every child that will shake
For the one they miss
For the terrible bliss
But soon will they understand
That with that with god’s great power
It doesn’t even take half an hour
To realize that god is watching them and they are watching you and that is what you have
got to understand
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