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To be respected is to be dreadful
And there is a perfect tool for this
The pale is my mark, and your bodies
Can be useful, even after death

A forest of dead bodies
Irrigate the soil with their drained blood
Raise an unspeakable fear to everyone that witness
Let the corpses rot, hanging on the pale

This is my justice
A pale for every foe

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