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 Every Hour Wounds
 
 Walking on  gallows ground,
 Rope tightly around  neck
 Raven-bird on each shoulder  for the pick
 Chasing for the shadows, ideal  does not exist
 On the endless road leading to 
 
 Let the sounds and light  over
 Bathe the darkest corners of 
 Blow burning flames into  soul
  the truth between the lines
 
  this world every hour wounds
  second draws blood
  moment delivers pain
 If you  so
 
  this world every hour kills
 Every  seeps despair
 There is  but suffering
  you decide so
 
 Walking on the gallows 
 Rope tightly around  neck
 Flock of  circling above,
 Waiting for  feast
 Reaching through the  sky
 For  brightest star
  for the guidance
 From the  that never dawns
 
  by empty promises
 Charmed by  words
 No  or answers could be found
 Nothing but years numbered in 
 
 Gods are great, but the heart, the heart  greater
 From our wounds they're born,  our sadness they grow
  are strong, but the mind, the mind is stronger
 In  scars they dwell, but in our hearts they burn