Their Eyes Were Flowers - Chosen Child

Now give me blood
Of warriors past
And push me through
The crack in your sky
And cauterise my wounds
With holy fire
And make me strong enough
To kill my fear in cold blood

I am your chosen one
I am your holy son
I am your chosen child
I am your holy child
And cauterise my wounds
With your holy fire.

Written by:
Elias Larkindale

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