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Lay waste, see his shield with blood it cakes lay it down on the battlements, turn the other cheek stray taste, strung across the empty face make then clean with the metal it's, hard to drag around CHORUS----------------------------- x2 It's not, the way he stands and it's not, the way he plans and it's not, the way he, reprimands it's good old fashioned cunning -------------------------------------------- Make haste, get them inside the pearly gates leave a trace of the suffering, all can gather round frayed base, tattered edge cloth marking place square it up for another who earned his badge of heart CHORUS Trade space, edge reflected in the blade sopping wet from the battle he, pulls the queen of hearts same weight, crumpled up there on the plate dress in shreds from the suffering, all have gathered round CHORUS Aus Songtexte Mania