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Blessed are those who are called

The sacrifice of the Lamb

And he saith unto me

Words of the fallen one

And I fell at his feet to worship him

And I laid down on the ground in the dirt

And I fell at his feet to worship him

The last fires died out

There was a war and a storm

The wilderness, a perfect throne

The poor deer fell asleep

The fangs of the wolves, rip deep

And I fell at his feet to worship him

And I laid down on the ground in the dirt

And I fell at his feet to worship him

The last fires died out