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treachery's
years of obscure
here comes the man brings
disease, hate & deceit
and the owner
of his own anymore

one it's war!
one man. his war

scalp is for my fathers
ans is for mu tortured wife
this one is for my lost
is this the way we

time to count and blows
you don't deserve to deal me
...wichasa!

no reason to
my legs, my sight, my brain, my
these are my friends
my body inside itself
I know who my are
now running is
my has taken another
way...
treachery! no, no
this is... my death's
will... make your blood freeze
no fear... this is the way I see!

here... locked in your
there is no way to deal you...

flight, other deceptions
other flights,
(now) all that's
are crumbs of
blown by your icy scorn