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Not thirsty am I for the blood
Of redeemer of thy greed
My hunger can't be satisfied
With flesh of thy nazarene
No gilded streets of heaven's grace
Entice me in thy speech
No holy mother doth condone
All your pillage war and greed

But know thee that all oceans worth
Of waters turned holy
Won't change the course of river
That runs inside of me
My blood flows ever skyward
And pools where thy black is white

For woulst thou not carme at my soul
With sword of thy supreme truth
Strike me down on my bended knees
For thy baptism so soothe

My blood flows ever skywawrd
And pools where thy black is white
Alone am I to raise my head
In the starless forest night
Not thirsty am I for the blood   Of redeemer of thy greed   My hunger can't be satisfied   With flesh of thy nazarene   No gilded streets of heaven's grace   Entice me in thy speech   No holy mother doth condone   All your pillage war and greed      But know thee that all oceans worth   Of waters turned holy   Won't change the course of river   That runs inside of me   My blood flows ever skyward   And pools where thy black is white      For woulst thou not carme at my soul   With sword of thy supreme truth   Strike me down on my bended knees   For thy baptism so soothe      My blood flows ever skywawrd   And pools where thy black is white   Alone am I to raise my head   In the starless forest night
 
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