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We dine upon the flesh of foes

We stay up on our toes

We have highs but mostly we have lows

An omen, the sound of crows

When grey skies turn red

When conditions are met

When what used to live Is dead

That is when love gets shot in the head

We took a short walk in a pretty town

Head held high towards the crown

A lady laughed in her evening gown

In crimson waters will she drown

We walk upon roads of dust

Dirt and mud, onward we must

We walk in following a morbid lust

But we don’t know, we are lost

When grey skies turn red

When conditions are met

When what used to live Is dead

That is when love gets shot in the head

We took a short walk in a pretty town

Head held high towards the crown

A lady laughed in her evening gown

In crimson waters will she drown

When grey skies turn red

When conditions are met

When what used to live Is dead

That is when love gets shot in the head

We took a short walk in a pretty town

Head held high towards the crown

A lady laughed in her evening gown

In crimson waters will she drown