Cold, Son Of The Wind by Wyrd

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one hour left to live one hour 'til i die i should be walking free yet still here i now lie receive the blessing of the blade the guillotine misjudged and sentenced for a crime i did not do accused of witchcraft and for raping one or two Receive the blessing of the blade the guillotine the masses cheer I climb the stairs i hope for mercy but salvation's nowhere near just one word from being forced to join the headless dead strapped into place with a basket at my head i hear the whisper now of the blade slicing the air receive the blessing of the blade the guillotine
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Cold, Son Of The Wind Lyrics

one hour left to live one hour 'til i die i should be walking free yet still here i now lie receive the blessing of the blade the guillotine misjudged and sentenced for a crime i did not do accused of witchcraft and for raping one or two
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