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letra de the circus (live at roadburn) - trounce

seven full days of civil misery offered to the crowd
seven full days of thunder and fury claiming for spurting blood
under the jeers the maiden was dragged into the light
the sand was sticky with the slaver of the beasts and the blood of her torment mates
she was a lost child covered with the sores of her calvary
still mumbling the name of that distant king worth all that agony
every inch of her was a wound
but still she would not renounce
day in, day out, day in, day out
forty scrawny fools huddled in the pit
with forty thousands barking boors were calling for the beasts
despite the swords, the fangs, the grate or the scourge
faith will withstand while the pagan empire falls
day in, day, day in, out
behind the stabs, the wounds, the bites or the burns
the idols will be crushed, the just shall be reborn
the girl survived the stake, the whip, the embers and the steer
with the animals breath hissing on her neck her creed would still resist
they had to cut her throat open wide
to have her give up the ghost at last
every eye will see him when he comes with the clouds
soon the dragon will be chained for a thousand yars
then the unclean and the takers of life
will have their part in the sea of everburning fire
day in, day out, day in, out
despite the swords, the fangs, the grate or the scourge
faith will withstand while the pagan empire falls

- trounce

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