12. Riviere

She haunts the roads
She waits for a new face
Her arms red and injured
She wants to rise
She cant till we have faced
I’ll cut your armies down
And turn your heart

You wait, I’ll wait
Outside awake for you

I’ll cut your armies down
And turn your heart

You wait
I’ll wait
I’ll fly away
I’ll break
Down!

She haunts the road
She waits for a new face,
Face

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