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The Dear Hunter - Battesimo del Fuoco
BeD#mlieve you me, the price is clear A child born, the mother G#mnear. To D#mdeath and life, as hand in hand, A failed life exposed the G#mman
Who G#mled her Boff inF#to the C#flame To G#mcast her Bback to F#hell aC#gain.
But, hear you me, the break of dawn Will wash away the sins thereof. Unto the lake, beyond the tree, The child waits, alone is he. The flame is gone, the fire remains.