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torches and pitchforks

I hear them coming, coming close
slowly breathing, on their toes
all the hamlets wide awake
the peasants eyes were filled with hate

now they're smashing in the door
in they're pouring, more and more
out they drag me, up the dale
in the midst of winters gale

nailed to the cross, embraced by dawn
my fate is set, my death foregone
I smile in face of my demise
for pure devotion fills your eyes

about my marks you tell them lies
two blood stained dots between your thighs
forever you will wait for me
and one day I'll come back for thee