Years of great plenty
Throughout the land of sin
With only faith at stake
And so much more to win
Now, wouldn't Lord allow us a little fun?
Until the hellhounds sleep again
Now you're soaked with water
That your wings just won't repel
But on your little crooked streak
years
trade
tonight
taste
stake
soaked
sleep
sincerely
repel
throughout
though
plenty
nowhere
nothing
night
wings
colonnades
streak
satan
church
faith
devil
columns
again
calling
better
until
allow
black
barely
divine
water
bells
falling
through
fruit
forbidden
enter
great
crooked
lasts
passing
leads
sunday
little
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