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Iron Cross

made you new. But maybe those X?s on your hands, are what?s killing you. The Cross of Saint Andrew, never meant to take His place. The Cross of Saint

a beggerman, a thief if he had a rich man in his hand Who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he could take it from the money man Cross

[Harris] Eleven saintly shrouded mem Silhouettes stand against the sky One in front whit a cross held high Come to wash my sins away Standing alone

This is a story of warfare and of holy alliances promises made with fingers crossed, unholy slaughters to free the sacred land we will march to the south

all remember. Hear me now, I'm calling out. I built myself a fucking iron army Though I walk the vally of death I will fear no evil. I built myself a fucking iron

The sign of the cross The name of the rose a fire in the sky The sign of the cross

signs no contracts but she always plays it clean She dines in Hampstead village, an expense accounted gruel And the jack knife barber drops her off at school Cross-eyed Mary, oh Mary, oh cross

you new. But maybe those X?s on your hands, are what?s killing you. The Cross of Saint Andrew, never meant to take His place. The Cross of Saint Andrew

a beggerman, a thief if he had a rich man in his hand Who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he could take it from the money man Cross