Winter//New Model Army

And the streets were awash with the blood of the innocents, sacrificed to slaughter

The crowds all drunk on power and madness as the noise grew ever louder

And I could hear the knives being sharpened and I wished that it was over

Bring me the snowfall, bring me the cold wind, bring me the winter

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