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Intro

 We dream like lions

 Warm in the frost

 Fresh from the kill

 Tiny teeth and claws

 We dream like lions

Deep beneath the loam

The windows of his soul

Ash on the watery glass

Broken but still whole

A halo of barbed-wire

A frozen night of fire

Oh, so cold

 We dream like lions

 Below and above

 The woolly little lambs

 That look a lot like us

 We dream like lions

The dark poles of the weeping trees

cradle him close in the heavy breeze,

Crumbs for the crows

slow empire of worms

we sing the Cry of

countless broken souls "the world is made of razor blade,

they choke on the words they'll never say,

I wish it could change but it will always be

this way"

 We dream like lions

 Warm in the frost

 Fresh from the kill

 Tiny teeth and claws

 We dream like lions

 We dream like lions

 Below and above

 The woolly little lambs

 That look a lot like us

 We dream like lions

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