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Oh cold night
When he was snatched from my grasp
and your holy face fell away.
Oh cold night
when I fled the light weaver and threw
myself upon wet earth and prayed.
When the moon fled the sky
And my body grew weak
You came back to me.
Chained by blood
And shifted by the infernal,
Will my people ever be freed?
When he was snatched from my grasp
and your holy face fell away.
Oh cold night
when I fled the light weaver and threw
myself upon wet earth and prayed.
When the moon fled the sky
And my body grew weak
You came back to me.
Chained by blood
And shifted by the infernal,
Will my people ever be freed?
