His hosts to fight Its close to mine You blow on the dice The game begins... Theyre close to fight The creed, the blame, The clearing flame Telling your scaring fears I only hide... My soul is not white... Your side should... You, why do you scare up my soul? A preacher told me the white side should die... Its killing me Its killing me, its killing me, its killin me... Why do you pray and lie? Its killing me, its killing me, its killin me Why aint you scared my dear? Falling through your mind Memories of dying And beatings in your sights What youre fearing Thundering your mind I can feel your pain Thundering your mind What youre fearing Its killin me... I can never die Your bloody eyes Keep watching me You roll the dice Its time to kill A gloomy mist Over the battle field, Jerusalem will soon be free I hide... My soul is not white... Your side should... Its killing me, You can hardly Drag yourself, A fortune teller Said you should fight...
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