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Lay down with beasts and welter in my gore
Fill your cups of Christ for I'm the bloody earth
Bright, riding in heaven, the player in rags
White bat is death, feed it to pigs
Rise to be a king, shining with power
Down silent avenues, I live on
Life (you owe yours to me)
Wear (wear me around your neck)
Kneel (and cry for me)
Son (father, please help me)
Safe delivery of a handsome child
Merry and sweet looking
My endeavours to rise seem useless
But I will fight the distance between us
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