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Intro

We dream like lions

Warm in the frost

Fresh from the kill

Tiny teeth and claws

We dream like lions

Deep beneath the loam

The windows of his soul

Ash on the watery glass

Broken but still whole

A halo of barbed-wire

A frozen night of fire

Oh, so cold

We dream like lions

Below and above

The woolly little lambs

That look a lot like us

We dream like lions

The dark poles of the weeping trees

cradle him close in the heavy breeze,

Crumbs for the crows

slow empire of worms

we sing the Cry of

countless broken souls "the world is made of razor blade,

they choke on the words they'll never say,

I wish it could change but it will always be

this way"

We dream like lions

Warm in the frost

Fresh from the kill

Tiny teeth and claws

We dream like lions

We dream like lions

Below and above

The woolly little lambs

That look a lot like us

We dream like lions

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