A deadly deluge is but a

mild maelstrom when lost

in the eyes of a god.

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This blaze of butchery is

only a timid tantrum seen

though the eyes of a god.

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There’s a wind that blows—

baby, it blows for you—

and it’s dancing through the trees…

A crimson air that stirs the chimes,

and we know that the Deathchime rings

for you.

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Pale black, a bleeding gray,

if you will, coats this cylinder of pain.

Music makes the world go round but

music makes the world go down—

this is only the instrument of

a fallen angel…only the work

of a lover betrayed.

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I never meant to slit your wrists—

it was a slip of the tongue.

I never meant to burn your ego—

I need to watch the content of my wit.

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This dance of the wind is

making me sick—

this chance of redemption

is always a trick—

I’m too good for you now.

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There’s a wind that blows—

baby, it blows for us—

and it’s dancing through the trees…

A crimson air that stirs the chimes,

and we know that the Deathchime rings

for us.

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It’s our time and we embrace it tight—

it’s time for the onslaught to end.

Torn enough, ripped enough,

this family will fall to its knees.

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The gallows bell is tolling,

and the Deathchime rings for you.