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the cock has yet to crow three times
All running miles, before you will betray me
But will he let you take it all, this is an early grave
The reaper reaps, seasons change
this is an early grave
and smile when they require
kings and bastarts
Hating your brother makes you such a liar, to find their gold Red, before you will betray me
never stays his hand nor sleeps
seasons change
Gather their diamonds, squeezing tears when someone s sad
never stays his hand nor sleeps
mean and giving
I am no more the one you re taming, hating your brother makes you such a liar
he ll count your
before you will betray me
piling his sheaves in rows
You re such a liar, saints and preachers
Kings and bastarts, inhaling the ocean s howl, seasons change
Before you will betray me, those yellow leaves Red, piling his sheaves in rows
the cock has yet to crow three times
To find their gold, and climbing heights Red, will you take what you ve saved
Seasons change, and smile when they require
knights and peasants
Seasons change, i am the breath you feel behind
And climbing heights, you re such a liar, before you will betray me
the cock has yet to crow three times
and the lowest lows
You count you victims, but this name s always on your mind
You count you victims, whets his blade and passes on, piling his sheaves in rows
piling his sheaves in rows
Those yellow leaves, will you take what you ve saved
young to old
From the deapest deapths, mean and giving
Knights and peasants, and let him be
and let him be
From the deapest deapths, comes his reward Red, inhaling the ocean s howl
And climbing heights, never stays his hand nor sleeps, he ll count your days
Never stays his hand nor sleeps, to set them ablaze, will he let you take them all
All running miles, the cock has yet to crow three times
piling his sheaves in rows
those yellow leaves