No Passage For The Dead
Paradise Lost
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Fear above, we fear below
Severe the jaws, I raise myself from my darkest woes
Ordeals of love, reveal the lows
Severe the cause, I turn myself from the prophets world
Break the chain, rise inane, fall to me
Rise again, fall to me
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To read these words of a zealous god
Bleeding away streams of consciousness
Resist the will of all men of cloth
Freedom suppressed from the saddest depths
Chasing scorn away
Dominions of our guardian’s dreams
Foreseeing all this flesh and blood
We try, no passage for the dead, we die
Break the chain, rise inane, fall to me
Rise again, fall to me