[Music by Marco Kehren/Deinonychus Lyrics by Shane Davison]
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Let mother nature sweep me up in her infinite
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arms
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Let her carry my burden, this sorrowful dirge
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is to comfort her
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Her sweet night lullaby will sooth my sadness
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And I'll dream the passions once again, for
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all my dreams are but of her
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And let the moon reside over us tonight, like
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embracing lovers
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Its gentle solace warms me with its light
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As giant trees shed their tears before my
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path, soft colours of cool Autumn nights
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And I walk upon the thorns of roses spread
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along my path
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Blood leaves the innocence far behind and lets
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the corrupt aggrandise
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Tread this bloodiest path, and you'll taste
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her infinite love
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Into the arms of mother nature and time
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beyond.
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Her feminine beauty surrounds us at all times,
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her hate is all I seek
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And sheathed are those who are blind to her
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darkness, her hate is her love
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She is always crying out for her children, yet
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our concious minds cannot hear her cries
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My concupiscence for her is great
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I am truly one of her cult, a spitual one
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Whose heart rests in melancholy...Forever, the
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word itself is etched in my skin
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My feet are bloody from walking this path
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My face hardened from all my loss
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And my tears long dried up, and no more tears
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will I shed
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I just keep walking in the night, searching,
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for knowledge is the key to her wisdom
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Into the arms of mother nature and time beyond
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I bury myself deep in her bossom
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And hold on all throughout the long night
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Whilst the chorus of nature lulls me into
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sleep, and into dreams of the sullen
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I'm so tired, tired of being alone
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I cry out to let her know of my desire, she
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will answer my call
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To pass through into the dismal gloom of death
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She will taste my blood tonight, the sweet
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taste of my blood
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The hour of my demise has come, the final hour
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And the sun is close to dawning
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I walk along the path, weary and my feet
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bloodied and sore,
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from the fragrant rose thorns underfoot
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Deep into the woods
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I take the knife and hold it out before my
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eyes, the gleam from the blade is frightening
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And say my last goodbye, I'm coming.
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I cut deep into my flesh and watch the blood
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run forth from my wounds
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And fall to my knees when I see the light, the
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final light before the darkness
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And I know, I am one with her, my mother
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nature
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And I shall go now, into the arms of mother
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nature and time beyond...
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The Fragrant Thorns Of Roses
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Deinonychus |