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The dreams of war are the seeds of great battles
There are no songs that replace the shrill sound
Of the steel in confrontation
Screams of pain and hate
Killer looks resolute and slaughterers
Like vultures of war!
Homicide battles are like a tournament
Without deadlocks or deserters
Thus they will elect among the evil warriors
The most powerful ones
They will align the armies of the black general
All mercenaries, evil only
Warriors of the victory on
The greatest sacred and profane war
That will dethrone the impostor
And will leave no wounded; only dead ones
