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The Bells - Aviators
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The Bells Aviators

The Bells - Aviators
[Verse 1]
High in the crimson towers
Hate between a mother's eyes
Certain of a costly price
To pay when fire survives
When all she loved has left the keep
The rains above us gently weep
And wash away the blood as it goes cold

[Chorus]
And so she spoke
And so she spoke
The lion of Castamere
When none remain
To mourn her reign
So proud yet founded upon fear

[Verse 2]
Gates swung open wide to wretches
Lowborn pay the price in blood
Placed upon the precipice
Of near rising flood
Terror in the hearts of children
Worried that the war’s come home
As the sound of wildfire burning
Nears the lion's throne
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