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A clearance in the forest Where the sun shines Impeded by the trees we're caught In this opening of God
It burns and it sears When the light licks our flesh Up against the skies, a cloud of smoke A cloud of our shape
Caught by the burial We're tormented by Gods grace No flames, no hatred They were right, we ended up in Hell
A clearance in the forest Where the sun shines Impeded by the trees we're caught In this opening of God
It burns and it sears When the light licks our flesh Up against the skies, a cloud of smoke A cloud of our shape
Caught by the burial We're tormented by Gods grace No flames, no hatred They were right, we ended up in Hell