I need a reason
for the sheer treason
for the life, a lie
as the spree go by
I stand wake, alone
hollyness of the crusade
all gone, all gone.
I will live on though
live on my own dread
cause the fire has come through
mutinies alive and dead
I need a reason to breathe
why live, for the tasteless mead? ?
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