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He made color from the grave!
He made color from the grave!
we're broken here
but we've used up all our fears
they were wasted on ourselves

He made free men out of slaves!
the fire's moved on
the prince was proven wrong
and we put our weapons on the shelves

He made the time to tick away!
we're desperate for His air
thus we live without despair
but we're still reaching for the helm

He made silence from the waves
and walked upon the sea
then walked upon the serpent's head
He bruised his heel but destroyed Hell

By southernblood

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