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โŠฑเผ’๏ธŽ ๐•ฒ๐–Ž๐–‰๐–Š๐–”๐–“'๐–˜ ๐•ธ๐–Ž๐–‰๐–“๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–๐–™ ๐•ท๐–†๐–’๐–Š๐–“๐–™ เผ’๏ธŽโŠฐ

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๐ต๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’น ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฎ๐“Š๐“‡๐‘”๐‘’๐‘œ๐“ƒ'๐“ˆ ๐’œ๐“…๐“…๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰๐’พ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐‘œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ป๐’พ๐’ธ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ ๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐’น ๐’ท๐“Ž ๐’Ÿ๐“‡. ๐’ฅ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ฒ๐‘œ๐“‚๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€ โ€ข โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โŠฑเผ’๏ธŽโ€ข ๐Ÿ•ฑ โ€ขเผ’๏ธŽโŠฐโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” โ€ข Beneath the castleโ€™s watching eyes we held a boy against the blade. I pray for him tonight, "Dear Lord, don't let him fade." Every thunder crack he hears is like another musket fired. He screams again in fear and only struggles harder. โ€ข โ”โ”โ”โŠฑเผ’๏ธŽ โ€ข Lead and laudanum, blood and rain... mercy's cruel design... Transform these screams to some thing pure, like water into wine. โ€ข โ”โ”โ”โŠฑเผ’๏ธŽ โ€ข The monastery's northern walls hide secrets in their stone Each brick inside the wall could count a life I owe I swear at times they come, I hear the screams from hell I beg for fortitude, let me make the next ones well Paracelsus speaks to me and steals my thoughts, I am bound by dreams of transformation My motivation lies with each man lost I swear on God I'll cure this devastation โ€ข โ”โ”โ”โŠฑเผ’๏ธŽ โ€ข Lead and laudanum, blood and rain... mercy's cruel design... Transform these screams to some thing pure, like water into wine. โ€ข โ”โ”โ”โŠฑเผ’๏ธŽ โ€ข Now one more sleepless night. Flashbacks of what I've done. Another sleepless night that I will spend alone. All I hear in the rain is the torture I own. All the dead screaming in pain Lead and laudanum now gone. แตแต’โฟแต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰ แตแต’โฟแต‰ My fatherโ€™s ghost walks these halls. Father, do you know what cursed arts I summon here? The sins that I must own? I gave the last of it away, the vial on the desk. The boys' agony is mine; all those I've laid to rest. โ€ข โ”โ”โ”โŠฑเผ’๏ธŽ โ€ข Lead and laudanum, blood and rain... mercy's cruel design... Transform these screams to some thing pure, like water into wine. โ€ข โ”โ”โ”โŠฑเผ’๏ธŽ โ€ข My hands shake above this page. I think perhaps i've found... This miracle I've made could rewrite pain somehow. Though The Royal College cannot see what these midnights made me own. I hold this deep inside of me. These sins are mine and mine alone. โ€ข โ”โ”โ”โŠฑเผ’๏ธŽ โ€ข Lead and laudanum, blood and rain... man's cruel design... Transform these screams to some thing pure, like water into wine. Lead and laudanum, blood and rain... my most cruel design... Please, transform these screams to some thing pure... โ€ข โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โŠฑเผ’๏ธŽโ€ข ๐Ÿ•ฑ โ€ขเผ’๏ธŽโŠฐโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” โ€ข