jesus, jesus, what have i done
where can i turn to,
your beauty strikes like a punch out of nowhere
your passion
nothing we would fear
we were born to live on higher
the sky is clearing up again
the storm is through
the rain
can't you see wherever we go
another witch, another hero
with promises
get me get me a little closer
let me see the
wide awake
you stare into the dark
the ticking of the clock
against
'til the end of time
I'm walking close to you
nothing
as the daylight is breaking
the chosen ones so quietly gather
no
no wind can blow my faith away,
no fear to drown,
awoke and found myself
lying on a wooden floor
thought this
I see them working, sweating, raving on the floor
they’re pushing
I see them working, sweating, raving on the floor
they’re pushing
frightened souls rushing underground
sirens wailing again
the hail of death is
you know - we're going to fight until our fire's
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