Chords for Blood Axis (Nietzsche) Between Birds of Prey

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Who would here [Am] descend? _
How soon [A] as he's swallowed up by the depths.
_ _ But thou, _ _ [Am] Zarathustra, still [F] lovest the [A] abysses. _ _
Lovest them?
_ [F#m] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ A fir flings its roots [C#] where the rock [Am] itself gazes, _ _ _ shuddering at the [A] depths. _ _
_ _ [F#m] A fir pauses before the [Am] abysses.
_ Where all around would [A] fain descend _ amid the impatience.
[Am] _ Wild, _ rolling, big _ [A] torrents.
_ _ _ [F#m] It waits so patient, [Am] _ _ stern and silent.
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Lonely. _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _
Lonely.
_ [A] Who would venture here to be guessed?
To be thy guest.
_ [Am] A bird of prey perchance.
[A] _ Joyous at others' misfortune.
_ Or cling [Am] persistent to the hair of the steadfast watcher.
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With frenzied [F#m] laughter. _ _
Or [Am] vultures' laughter. _ _
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_ _ _ _ [C#] Wherefore so [Am] steadfast, _ mocks he so cruel?
_ [A] _ He must have wings, [F#m] who loves the abyss.
_ [Am] He must not stay on the cliff, _ [A] as thou who hangest there. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ O _ Zarathustra, [A] cruelest Nimrod. _
Of late still a hunter of God.
[Am] _ _ A spider's web to capture virtue.
[A] _ _
An arrow [C#] of evil.
_ [Am] _ _ _ _
Now hunted [A] by thyself. _
_ [F#m] Thine own prey. _
_ Caught in the [A] grip of thine own soul.
[F#m] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Lonely to me and thee. _ _
Twofold in thine own [F#m] knowledge. _
Mid a [Bm] hundred [C#] mirrors.
[F#m] False to thyself.
_ _ Mid a hundred memories.
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Uncertain.
_ Weary at every wound.
_ _ Shivering [F#m] at every frost.
_ [Bm] _ _
[C#] _ [F#m] Throttled in thine own noose.
_ _ [C#] Self-knower.
_ Self-hangman. _ _
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_ _ [A] _ Why didst find thyself [F#m] with the noose of thy wisdom?
_ [Am] _ Why luridst thyself to the old [A] serpent's paradise? _
_ _ [D] Why [C#] stolest [Am] into thyself _ thyself? _
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_ _ _ [D#] _ _ [A] _
_ Sick man [Am] now. _
Sick of serpent's [A] poison. _
A captive now.
_ [C#] Who has [Am] drawn the hardest lot.
_ In thine own shaft.
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_ _ [F#m] Thou'dest thou workest. _
[Am] In thine own cavern. _
Digging at [A] thyself. _ _
Helpless quite. _ _ _
_ [Am] Stiff.
A cold corpse.
_ [A] Overwhelmed with a hundred burdens.
_ _ [F#m] _ _ Overburdened by [Am] thyself.
_ _ Knower.
_ _ [A] Self-knower. _
A wise Zarathustra. _ _
_ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] Thou sawest [A] the heaviest burden.
[F#m] _ _ So foundest thou [Am] thyself.
_ And canst not shake thyself off.
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[Am] Watching. _ _ _ _
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_ One [F#m] that [F#m] stands upright no more.
[Am] _ _ Thou wilt grow deformed.
[F] Even in thy [A] grave.
Deformed spirit.
_ _ _ _ [Am]
And of late.
Still so proud.
[F] On all the stilts of [A] thy pride. _
_ [F#m] Of late.
Still the godless hermit.
[Am] _ _ The hermit with one comrade.
[A] The devil.
_ _ _ The scarlet prince.
Of every [C#] devilment. _
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_ _ [Bm] Now.
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[F#m] Between two nothings. _ _ _
Huddled up.
_ [C#] A question mark.
_ _ A weary riddle.
_ _ A riddle for vultures.
[F#m] _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ [C#] They will solve [F#m] thee. _
_ They hunger already for [C#] thy solution. _ _ _
They flutter already about their riddle.
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _
About thee.
[Bm] The doomed [C#] one.
_ [F#m] _ _ Of Zarathustra.
_ _ [C#] _ Self-knower. _ _ _ _
Self-hanged. _ _ _ _
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