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It’s a Sisters Of Mercy night
and you know what that means:
get on your knees,
bow your head and receive.

Hear the laughter
down the hall,
the distant drums,
the rise and fall
of a thousand lifetimes of solace,
a thousand lifetimes of tears,
a thousand lifetimes of agonies,
a thousand lifetimes of fear?

It’s a Sisters of Mercy night
and you know what that means:
get on your knees,
bow your head, and receive.

Do you dare to remember
the cold in December,
the raven’s wings rattling,
the blood on the stairs,
the tiles on the rooftop,
the tooth-studded doorstop,
crosses cut in your skin,
and the lock of her hair?

It’s a Sisters of Mercy night
and you know what that means:
get on your knees,
bow your head, and receive.

The Sisters of Mercy come tonight
and you know what that means:
get on your knees,
bow your head; be redeemed.

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