Raid to the North
Provoked a fury of Mental House
I listen to mother's lie:
"Son! Defend, hold out not to die!"
The knot of ruddy earth
Is a small garden of the birth.
In any time I am ready to laugh
And split enemies' bums to half!

Awake! My baleful world is in the dark
Times of war!
Awake! You are the boring little fuck.
So open wooden doors,
Today it is time!

Light follows the light,
Sectarians grow their might.
Rails rush to Hell,
Ring as Funeral Bell.
Mass! Bloody mass
As tiger, as stranger guest,
Comes quickly like a tick,
Burns my brain like I'm seasick!

Awake! My baleful world is in the dark
Times of war!
Awake! You are the boring little fuck.
So open wooden doors,
Today it is time!

I am on the final breath,
Trying to fight against Jesus fans,
My friends are the spear and axe,
The wounds are full of pus and the eggs of flies!

Awake! I exposed greedy temple of lie.
Awake! Rubber toys are your favourite style.
Awake! You are the animals in the men's flesh.
I'll hide your masks to the hangman's mesh!

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