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The traitor is rising
His banner up high
By his sword
Soon you will die
Under his steps
The bodies will lie
No one will hear
Your last painful cry
Hail to the traitor
His army is marching
Across the land
All the young virgins
Will die by his hand
There’s no time to scream
And no time to cry
The time has come
And you have to die
