The fumes of the death are in the air like poison
a plague more cruel and pitiless then war
,
and it was sent it for us
A pestilence that will leave our kingdom dead
where did it come from?
What caries this germ?
The priest told us it's god's punishment
for what sin do we deserve this hell?
That's not god's work, but witchcraft or devilry
There is no god, crucify the law
I'm my own god, crucify the law
That's god's curse
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