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Our Home
Your loving crimson flows,
As my heathing hate grows.
Oh won't you help us souls,
Who yelp for your words.
Wandering through the rain,
Yet your mending the pain.
Oh give us the heart to continue,
Through these hearths of fire.
We are burdened with this fear,
That we may be taken by the spear.
Oh deliver us one who has come,
As we wander towards our home!
Your loving crimson flows,
As my heathing hate grows.
Oh won't you help us souls,
Who yelp for your words.
Wandering through the rain,
Yet your mending the pain.
Oh give us the heart to continue,
Through these hearths of fire.
We are burdened with this fear,
That we may be taken by the spear.
Oh deliver us one who has come,
As we wander towards our home!