The King

Dark days
Dark days come
Take chance escape

Wretched
Man, I've been so bad
Dark days come
But they have something real
Violent justice
I'll be honest in a bit
We only fit in the love of faith

We've sung
Your wrath
The distance is big
You last
But not ever again
We've sung
Your wrath
Distance is big
You last
But nothing will end

Never, never, never, never
Never, never, never, never

Holy prophet
Please let all of us in
No peace
I've sent out to rest in the bay

Maybe it's not as clear as you think
Feeding the words
Feeding the words that they want

It's time, it's time
We cannot escape
And dark days have come
And you're not awake

My God, holy
My stomach empty, yea
Holy, my soul
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Dark days, dark days
This is the [?]
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Our love is nothing without
My heart, your lips
Shake in our boots

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