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On the pure and ingenuous will
When on the live make suffering
On agony lives is dissastisfy
The truth malignant dance
A unconstant madness victim
Of the unnaltecids heroes be possessed
Crazy, yesterday the bloodness be yours
On the infinite share for cure
He lives now your fantasy
Kill them all and keep on the room
And the rottenes of bodies stinks
The empty house of sadness
One by one the enemies dowm
Reverencied all your glory
Must doesn't sing victory
The corpses who don't escaped
