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The old crosses on the crossroads

Decayed and bitten by the time

Symbols of eternal ignorance

Which is blind to the free world

Lie the relics of the past

Written in different dimension

Spit with venom of hypocrisy

And cast a dark shadow

Let's stand at the crossroads

And wake our wrath

Let it burn the crosses

We will burn the rests of ignorance

Let you take the possession of wrath

Pure wrath in its essence

Let the wrath be your guide

And cut the embarrassing ties

Gazing at the cross

You can see the pain

Your hands are tied

Without the line of defense

Like a sheep in the herd

You have a shepherd in cassock

And at the end of the way

You have nothing

Let's stand on the crossroads

And excite our wrath

Let it burn the crosses

Symbols of pride and yoke

Let's throw away our fear

And let grow our new strength

Rise up our new banners

Banners with the image of the Devil