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Red is the colour of victory`s rain
It stains all over the wall The Temptating flow brings them further down To what we are and what once they were Gloomy and sinister, we await on the shore! Blood formed in patterns Scattered on the stone of fury Leaving marks behind Weaker than the weakest Pityfull prayers shouted out for help From on ear to the other And away, to be lost and forgotten No one listens... And who would really want to know? Of the pityful creatures Left out in the cold Weaker than the weakest Pityfull prayers shouted out for help From one ear to the other And away, to be lost and forgotten No one listens... No one listens!!! And who would really want to know? Of the pityful creatures Left out in the cold Blood formed in patterns Scattered on the stone of fury Leaving marks behind
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