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Fire

Fire
A dark design blows through our minds like a blowtorch/
Close your eyes sisters and brothers/
A line of graves in a flaming ditch awaits us/
Hammer blows of death and resurrection breaks open the seal of our soul/
let the Fire in/
Let it burn away the frozen sickness
That is your ego/
The dark design turns all to ashes
And sets us free/

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