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Intro: C Bb Am G C Bb F C
CCircle of hands, cold spiBbrits plan FSearching my land for an enemy C
CCame across love's swBbeet cost FAnd in the face of beauty, evil was lost C
Sky full of eyes, minds full of lies Black from their cold hearts, down to their graves Murdered the dawn, spreading their scorn Cursing the sun of which love was born
We must keep theFm away, or pretty soonC we'll pay F C And countF the cost in sorrow C
FSacrifice, Cthe futureF has its price C And todaFy is only yesterday's tomorrow C