Follow the falling
On the ground
All on the ground
I lay down a shrine
And I come with you
To tear it down
Orange and brown
And I lay a swift down for her
Waiting all and
My brethren
Waiting bones
And Crime separate
Your light from the
Lime of the water fight
Under the spare
Follow the November moon
Light on the broom
Frost in my bedroom
In through the window came a ghost I knew
She paid me a visit while I was in my bed
"Sleepy" she said
Sleep as though death
And in the morning when you are cold
My ideas are raging
You must go to the battle field
And follow the crowd and the rampaging
And carve out the ones that aren't here
Down through a cloud of smoke to the promised land
Many are dead
River runs red
For my God, for my king, is what he said
Oh my kingdom
To my knees
My lips to his head
My hand to his chest
His wound depressed
To my God for my king, I will not rest
But in my heart
My ideas
You are dying
For my God and his ghost
And the sun
Hold to the earth to which you are lying
Hold to the kingdom come
Follow the falling
On the ground
All on the ground
I lay down a shrine
And I come with you
To tear it down
Orange and brown
And I lay a swift down for her
Waiting all and
My brethren
Waiting bones
And Crime separate
Your light from the
Lime of the water fight
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