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Utopian dreams will turn into human sins.
Naivety will melt and only the graves will be left.
Desire for the future without lies
Will turn into a road of corpses and blood.
A broken cross on humid earth it's perfect fuel for the stoves
Of sages and demagogues who plant the seeds of discord
Into the souls of idiots.
The new world will grow on the remains of our bones.
Another God will come - the same wolf in the new crown.
Crowd will follow the void
Forgetting about pain again and again.
Distorted light of dreadful guide will lead
Them to the end of their days on this land.
Grapes of madness grow on walls of unconcern,
Covered with poison, maggots and grave worms.
He will divide them into parts and eat their guts,
Break their bones, drink their blood and spit them out.
Empty eyes are looking for signs.
Distorted light of dreadful guide will lead
Them to the end of their days on this land.

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