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"I am the unclean

Bow down, snail

For I have dominion!"

Cruel fate sings out

You shall bow

Unworthy peasant

And your children shall wither in the fields

In the shadow of your overlord!

The agony of imprisonment

We know it all too well

So now where are your cheap idols

And holy blasphemers

Your saints and sinners all?

They left you for an easy prey

And we are starving!