Why should we serve that which betrays Leeches, they steal of our lives Why should we lower ourselves to the beasts Submissive they are to be made We need not to be held in their chains Illusions but they can still hold We rise within the strength The One Who lays them to waste Praising the Weapon that Cleanses our land So perfect It's Way unopposed Punisher of the treacherous ones U-Mu La Mah-Ri This Force no bolt withstands For It's now the Merciless One Un-quenchable rage it holds Only sated when the last falls Their deed of treason Unseen by the ones enchained Ignorance which shielded the crimes All seen by the All Knowing One You'll perish within the Hands Of the Storm that means your end These things you call your gods
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