| Kyrie, kyrie eleison
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| Kyrie, kyrie eleison
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| Kyrie eleison
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| Kyrie eleison
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| I had a dream last night
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| The same old dream I’ve had every night since I was a child:
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| There’s a little girl lost in the middle of an immense battlefield
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| There is fire and rage everywhere
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| She has a sword and a feather in her hands
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| Close your eyes, don’t leave me here alone
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| Do you hear the angels crying?
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| Helpless they’re waiting for me in the dark
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| Come with me, there’s no way out
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| I cannot escape the rage and the fire
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| I’m lost with a sword and a feather in my hands
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| I shall be the silent witness in the dark
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| The time has come, I can see Death walking all around
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| Now tell me why I’m here with a feather in my hand
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| Tell me why I’m here with a sword in my hand
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| I’m cold inside, I am just a little girl in a game I don’t understand
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| Don’t leave me here alone
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| Now look at these men in shining uniforms
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| Carrying their guns like a scepter of joy and glory
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| They fall with fear and madness in their eyes
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| Deep inside your heart, deep inside your mind
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| There is blood on this blade, there is blood on your face
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| Deep inside your heart, deep inside your mind
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| There is fear in your eyes, there is blood in your hands
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| Deep inside your heart, deep inside your soul
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| There is war outside and you don’t even know why
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| There is no way out, there’s nowhere to hide
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| Now’s the time for you to get on your knees and pray
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| Look at them, there’s madness in their eyes
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| And fear on their face, the fear for losing their lives
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| Randomly they shoot in the dark
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| Surrounded by the tears, the cries and the fire
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| While I’m lost with a sword and a feather in my hands
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| I shall be the silent witness in the dark
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| On the brink of tears, I can see death walking all around
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| Now look at the suffering, listen to the cries:
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| Too late for you to open their eyes!
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| The core of the problem in their natures lies:
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| There’s war in their hearts, they don’t even know why!
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| Now tell me why I’m here with a feather in my hand
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| Tell me why I’m here with a sword in my hand
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| O Mothers, how long will you have to cry
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| With your children dying in your arms? |