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'5) Tonight's fate is the red crown. (1)'''

The Messenger, '' standing at the gate.... Ready to let go. Ready for the crush. Too late for whispers, too late for the blush. The past is mercy, when the future's gloom.''

Kneeling journey, d''ressed in a cloak of shadows. The hunting's Grimm for the innocent eyes. Communion's pray, is a cup of sorrows. But faith is colors, for the humbling cries.''

The pilgrims are gathering, and the marching band's howling. ''Compassion is the flag, that a righteous man will hold. ''

The spirit is over town, waiting for you to hit the floor. Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight.

Tonight's fate is the red crown. The red crown around your door. Time's scattering the seeds of the morning daylight.