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Don't come on quietly when you draw near
Don't go on lightly
Don't leave me here
I wither quickly in winter's cold, but carry onward like I was told.
And I wait for a sign
Like blood in the tears of all my enemies (So they will see)
Knowing the pain the way they should
Like blood in the tears of all my enemies (Given to me)
Leaving a trail to where you stood
And when it's quiet
When you can hear
I beg you to take me away from here
Cleansing red
Wake the dead
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