There Is No Armor We Can Wear

Music: Fugue in C# minor. By Dimitri Shostakovich. Sequenced by J. Marques.

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There is no armor we can wear, No wall or fortress we can build, No force of arms, no shield of fear To equal what the heart has willed. No wall or fortress we can build Can stop a soul on vengeance bent, Can equal what the heart has willed, A purpose pure, of dark intent. Can stop a soul on vengeance bent, Death for death and pain for pain, A purpose pure, of dark intent To kill for grace and not for gain. Death for death and pain for pain: The lust to purge oneself of grief, To kill for grace and not for gain That anguish might find some relief. The lust to purge oneself of grief Must yield in turn an answering lust. That anguish might find some relief, We'd turn an Eden into dust. Must yield in turn an answering lust, Hate to hate set groove on groove. We'd turn an Eden into dust To turn away the face we love. Hate to hate set groove on groove, No force of arms, no shield of fear. To turn away the face we love There is no armor we can wear.