[Verse 1]
Forced into the cold
Live here is waiting to hear myself
Could it piece to [?]
And the blood on the seats have dried
But the animals will keep their pride
Oh the trees could die [?]
And one of the horses you shoot
I rise to feed the fire
And [?] in the sky
Just let the ashes fly
They’re spreading in the sky
[Verse 2]
They’re grace and their wings have dried
But the animals will keep their pride
Oh the trees could die [?]
And one of the horses you shoot
I rise and feed the fire
And [?] in the sky
Just let the ashes fly
They’re spreading in the sky
I rise and feed the fire

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