There’s a light storm beyond the event horizon
I stand by the door and watch across the dark, the garden
In the car park, one of the priests of the village
Holding tightly to each palm, he said
“I will overcome you”
“I will overcome you”
February’s cold sweat, concrete tower
Coiled up and whispering, both hands over his eyes
“I will overcome you”
“I will overcome you”
Weave a circle ’round the prize
And close your eyes to holy dread
‘Cause he on flesh and bone has fed
And drunk the blood of paradise
Weave a circle ’round the prize
And close your eyes to holy dread
‘Cause he on flesh and bone has fed
And drunk the blood of paradise
Weave a circle ’round the prize
And close your eyes to holy dread
‘Cause he on flesh and bone has fed
And drunk the blood of paradise
Weave a circle ’round the prize
And close your eyes to holy dread
‘Cause he on flesh and bone has fed
And drunk the blood of paradise
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
I will overcome you
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