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What is dead, dead and gone

All black corners, things undone

My heart is turning with the wheel

Went adrift to these shores

Following winds unknown

Deceiver of the fire

Standing behind the great white throne

A pale dead horse made just of bones

The judge speaks, the judge will read

My hands release the beast you need

I wonder with great admiration

My eyes bleed with such perfection

The foul spirit, yet unclean

Lord of lords, king of kings

Sharp teeth and black wings

Roaring of the lion

Standing behind the great white throne

A pale dead horse made just of bones

The judge speaks, the judge will read

My hands release the beast you need

Let all of them pass away

They may not see the sun rising again

A burning fire and the wheel of time

Blood, black candles and red wine