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The first rider called war, father of upgrowth Fecundated minds - brought up the dearth Famine mouth wider then munk's scene Like lighting gone with mutated meat Pestilence scared all humanity Swallowed the medicine and never returned You want for the last but the strongest You're glancing at horizon's edge You cool death's heels but you don't know It's bad translation number 4 is metal blade It's metal blade The first virtue called the prudence, mother of bomb age Unchained the knowledge with thousands of suns Temperance hypocrisy foundation Pissed over and over and ocer by Porno attack Fortitude synonym of foolery Obey is the key to comfortable life You want for the last but the strongest You're glancing at horizon's edge You cool death's heels but you don't know It's bad translation number 4 is metal blade It's metal blade