The dew glitters as I walk with her.
An infant's cry is heard from a red house.
The foxes tiptoe with pray in their mouths.
The forest finds it all out.
When the king has a cross in his hand,
the legions will come to get the dosage.
Frosty ravens see that now is the chance.
A sick obsession gets them to function.
The flower of life shivers, I'll pull through if I feel like it.
The rocks tear up, so far away from a stone building.
The southern winds breathe life into me.
Nobody knows, and nobody will know.
When the king has a cross in his hand,
the legions will come to get the dosage.
Frosty ravens see that now is the chance.
A sick obsession gets them to function.
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