I would put my head below water
Surrender to the tide
Take the devils hand
And inject his serum high
Give away this kingdom
And fade like the night
Rest my head on ghosts
Quench death's appetite
And I would go back into the darkness
To bring you back home from the light
Pick up my sword and dedicate
To a fated, useless fight
Bring the sword
Down on my own throat
If only you not go
Dress myself in armor
To see you come back home
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