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I'll surrender to God
I'll reach out and stand on
Longing for heaven's dark earth
With eyes to guide the King's dark path
A wielder of sickness marching on
Afraid in the name of what is done
I'll hear my call
Your faith, my curse, shall be all
When the spring was torn into the night
A bloody thing to shape pure white
All the dreams and lies lived inside
I'll be on
the other side
When the spring was torn into the night
A bloody thing to shape pure white
And the one from here on to the skies
To face the beast by only a knife
Jack-o-bant
Touched by the night
A thousand angels eyes of light
Longing for heaven's dark earth
With eyes to guide the King's dark earth
Living within its height
Afraid to come in light
From fears of mourning
From fears of mourning
But these are nothing
Each one only a knife
A wielder of sickness marching on
Afraid in the name of what is done
I'll hear my call
Your faith, my curse, shall be all
A wielder of sickness marching on
Afraid in the name of what is won
I'll hear my call
Your faith, my curse, shall be all