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I rose up on golden wings into the hands of God
I was dropped from the hands of God
Praying at the grave of Jesus
Praying at the grave of Jesus
It's hard to resist
I'm leaving the isles of the blessed

The shadow rose from far below
Covering the eyes of God
Panic spread, the world was cracked
Opening the grave of Jesus
Opening the grave of Jesus
It's hard to resist
I'm leaving the isles of the blessed

We're torn between the life of the dead
And a gasping breath
Between the resurrection and the lie
Sold by the preachers of death
Sold by the preachers of death

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We're torn between the life of the dead
And a gasping breath
Between the resurrection and the lie
Sold by the preachers of death
Sold by the preachers of death

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