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hail the new light
praise the sun up High
those who harm you
will be cast aside

come and lay down
close my jaded eyes
grind your hammers
trust your bloody hands

clean my wounds with your blood
make the willows creak
hear the hangmen
whisper from the trees

see me falling
hold my burden
fell the fear of man
all I have I give

let the bell ring
carve this soil
raise your Face to God
burning hands of time

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