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I heard a sound
And did not know what it was
I sought wisdom in the chalice
But there was none
The sounds called to me
And I knew them as
Human souls human souls

We're all tired of living but too stubborn not to survive
Time is unforgiving when demand exceeds supply
I am my own religion, faith is never questioning why
If a body catch a body coming through the rye

So i tracked them down
To keep them for my own
To claim the prize
Of the chosen ones
It was the the sound of death
And the absence of all light
Saint or bastard?
The question still remains

We're all tired of living but too stubborn not to survive
Time is unforgiving when demand exceeds supply
I am my own religion, faith is never questioning why
If a body catch a body coming through the rye

Cursed in all we do
We conquer the day
On the road to win
But we die on the way
Victory! Victory! Victory!
There's no one left to sing our
Our Praise
Our Praise
Who can win
If there's no one left to sing
Our Praise

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