Swiftly blades in ice do grow
On the branches star-bleached snow
Waits while time is passing
Outside the door the dancer whirls
Chiming bells and shining curls
Flying footsteps in the snow
Rhyme the rhythm of ruin
Beside the wall the beggars call
"Man have mercy on us all"
The night-bound choir inside chants on --
A hymn to brick and pistols
You can stumble, you can fall
Or you can make the nations crawl
But when death comes in to call
He don't care about it
Oh, Satan take thy cup away
For i'll not drink your wine today
I'll reach for the chalice of light
That stands on Jesus' table
The crescent moon is rising slow Swiftly blades in ice do grow On the branches star-bleached snow Waits while time is passing Outside the door the dancer whirls Chiming bells and shining curls Flying footsteps in the snow Rhyme the rhythm of ruin Beside the wall the beggars call "Man have mercy on us all" The night-bound choir inside chants on -- A hymn to brick and pistols You can stumble, you can fall Or you can make the nations crawl But when death comes in to call He don't care about it Oh, Satan take thy cup away For i'll not drink your wine today I'll reach for the chalice of light That stands on Jesus' table Explain Request ×
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