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Heads on spikes, symbols on skulls / Give me a reason to go on
The winter sky is full of ash / Broken homes, endless trash

But in the darkness he holds his son
He's all that's left, the only one

In the hills, the people hide / Join together, rot inside
In the land, the only hope / Is to die young, to not get old

But in the darkness he holds his son / He's all that's left, the only one
In the darkness he holds his son / There is no God, the is no love

Stripped to the marrow / Their empty platitudes can't
Clothe them, feed them, heal them
They shuck them off like a thin, useless skin
That they've outgrown when hunger calls

How long must my journey go? / And my sorrow no one know?

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