Blood sprayed on your porcelain face
Broken promises and ripped up lace
Watching over the world below
As friends and countrymen turn to foe
The streets run red from what divides
And disaster presses from every side
Safety fleas from hearth & home
Love forgotten from The Holy Tome
You with us in concert wait
For us to reach our final fate
Freed at last from groaning pain
Washed by blood not shed in vain
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