If heaven breaks
if thunder rolls
if fire spreads
My arms will stretch
And stretch but will never reach
And the cock will crow three times
In the garden of sorrow
In the garden of evil
Midnight on the anvil
Clouds gathering, storm brewing
Christ rising and Love betrayed
Arms will stretch and stretch but will never reach,
Love forlorn, love amiss,
Judas the friend was but a kiss.
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