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I’m a seventh son of a seventh son

Want majesty I’m no one

I’m a seventh son of a seventh son

Want majesty I’m no one

Nobody dies, nobody cries

Nobody cries, nobody dies

Nobody dies, nobody cries

Nobody cries, nobody dies

I don’t want to die like this

There’s grace in every part that exists

I don’t want to die like this

There’s grace in every part that exists

Parts that are left of me

Oh, the blood of your son

Parts that are left of me

Oh, the blood of your son

I’m a setting sun not a settled son

Want reverence, I’m no one

I’m a setting sun not a settled son

Want reverence, I’m no one

Nobody dies, nobody cries

Nobody cries, nobody dies

Nobody dies, nobody cries

Nobody cries, nobody dies

I don’t want to die like this

There’s grace in every part that exists

I don’t want to die like this

There’s grace in every part that exists

Parts that are left of me

Oh, the blood of your son

Parts that are left of me

Oh, the blood of your son

Night approaches

A fragile sense of peace

In my darkness, a single point of pain

Sanctuary in reliquaries

A soul

Cries out

In death

As in life