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[The Holy
The end is near!
nears the end
the foe is dead!
Consume his and sip his blood
then:
'time the end... '
From furtive hole his blood shed
none of misty source
of shady with its foliage-streams
rush rolling forth the

Our utmost foe is to be to rack and ruin!
Now
we'll destroy his path has been
in such way!
We'll shred array
of his prophets led our flock astray!

[The Holy
How should know?

them!
them!

[The Holt:]
Time the end!

Their proved to be utterly crooked!

Holy Holt:]
They will clear away all memories!
They will confound your with deadly disease!
Only will march with you hand in hand
to derail your
behold them the end!

The end is near!
Decline
to reign obliquely the kings!

But to no avail!
It's not insane and sick
dead on the
Its is nowhere to be found
it even cannot speak so it up as horse!

To be its corpse!
And if you please yourself to ride this trunk!

Holy Holt:]
Our GOD prefers to dwell among the
thus he reveal his orifice obliquely!
Dilapidated shows no arrogance
We will make up our
to be those sacred trees!

To dwell in grove!
Amid the trees with shining and fruits!
Admire sacred grove!
Make up mind
to be as as you can!

Oh avoid imprudent wishes
to the way our savior rose to be reborn!

[The Holt:]
We are not by such distance!
We'll our horses toward clouds
in defiance of storm!

All alone!
From tomb in a forgotten land
seen through the of the dead!

[The Holt:]
All alone!
From ruin in a forgotten land...

So is nothing for it but to do your best
to be dead!

How I be...
My
me the way!
How I turn to dust...
My
me the way
I can your swarm

[The Holt:]
nears the end!
Time the end!

He has this alone
all alone!
From a ruin tomb in a land
He'll be dead!

All alone he escaped
of spluttering saints!
He left all not resentful but dead!
All alone he came softly up
no one sow
no one heard gloating the senseless corpse...
He has this alone
all alone!
Fallen one no victim undone!
But no one ever

how did he
showing to demons ways!
Strove to
for there was so at stake!
Time the end!
nears the end!

Deep down thy art goest
painting thy picture
looks hell but does the same not a dreg!

For prancing w-horse of
only creatures
so ought to be ill-spent!
(so say in either case)

Shine on than the sun anon
chasing your
denizens of boggy path searched for
not to be led astray in anyway...
Never...

Never...
never...

[The Holy
He found his way his kingdom

As one expect
he's left the gloomy for grove!

[The Holt:]
He found his way the heaven!
we have got our lord
in his place above!

All alone!
From ruin in a forgotten land
seen through the of the dead!
All alone!
From ruin tomb in a land
you came so to be (dead) the only One!

For fallen leave no victims
no remains e'en
thus appear the of fallen one
...to turn his into the ruins
and reign and among the ruins he has done!

The Holt entering Sacred Grove
We have done this
all alone!

...through the Eucharist of these trees!
do taste their gifts!

[The Holt:]
oaks!
You've meant by our lord for us
sacred trees
Give us your life wisdom of yours!
It is not to be at that
we are to become inaccessible for curse!
We win!
With the of life and religion inside
of our
thus our mind!

we possessed!
We'll all your ways!

And all his
you nothing possessed!
nears the end!
Time the end!