原文歌詞
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Mourning cuts deep inside
With burning blades of false pride
The anguish in the distant cries
Bleeding forth behind shut eyes
Bleeds forth through open eyes
A judgement rides the arrows head
A harvest for the wicked dead
The waters of the blood red skies
Raining down on drowning cries
Falls down on silent cries
