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O tyrants of the night
Drillers of the darkened day
Let me lie in peace
Like a baby, in my humble bed

O the singers of darkness
That sing to tired souls
Why hath you not wait
When his anger applauds

You sing of bluuuuuuun
You lyric vaaaaaaaaan
You music to silent nights
To drumless vibes, you sing

I please you,
If my blood is a must
Sip of it, I cannot drink it my-lone
But leave no bruise nor…

Milk me, o lazy pilots
Take from my blood
But, never you, I plead
Sing to me your horrible fjord

For I will dance not

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