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One mother rises, pulling the sheets from the grillAll the disguises, wandering stars once she didAll the king's horns, all the kings men, saddled and [Incomprehensible] raise the deadOnly an infant, He came to raise up the deadWandering wise men what did you bring to his bedShameless surprises, incense to bring to the deadNothing is wrong, it's what she did, all the king's horns and kings menNothing is wrong, it's what she did, all the king's horns and kings menNothing is wrong, it's what she did, all the king's horns raise the deadNothing is wrong, it's what she did, all the king's horns From Letras Mania