The Burial Song (repeated) -From Heaven, Our Gracious King-? Though some of us have been poisoned Many of us have been blessed And through the worst
The burial song, the burial song The burial song, the burial song The burial song, the burial song The burial song, the burial song The burial song Though
strung by vein to running mouth your whispers are the catalyst somebody please breath lies my blood's not thick enough I can't hear my heart beat when
Think about it; the wrong places, the wrong faces would start with the killing of every child. This is not a matter of life and death anymore. We will
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