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You can now pray to the stars
The sins excite you
The hatred dull your senses
And feel the rain down on you
Getting wet your disfigured face
Crawling in the mud
You liked to play with human lives
Trapped by the celtic Moon, you can't cry
Endless suffering
Your face is a reflection of your soul
Captivated by the northern winds
In the center of the storm of swords
You'll never rest in peace
Do you think that I can't break your faith?
Sacred father bless me with your golden throne
The ancient gods are ashamed in their holy niche
An inherited world corrupted by ignorance
Death, war, disease, hunger
This is your future
