Death standard is burning...
stone endures to the ice...insinuating
like ignorance with life
ancient is calling...
keep on looking at me spirits...
protect my weapons...
I respected these walls...I defended your name
Descended in that hole...terror was the key...
cold wind...doors opened...laughing windows...
judging...darkness...
Let me feel that sorrow again
let me feel that joy again
let me gather the bloody tears of your walls
I need to erase the small beings desecrating you...
I need to die for you...
I can smell the fire
I hear crying and screaming...
I smell the death...let me serve you...
let me guide your army...
Those secular wise branches trust me...
Mother listen to me...
Intolerance is growing up...
My spirit is growing up...
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