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Blood from the sky

Today is a good day to die

Your only hope is free

But don't ask mercy to me

The disguised procession

 Accompanies my head to the mass

For the party of liberty

And you on the altar of the brothel

In the name of the bird will be sacrificed

To the new man the honor to the quartered

Chaste brain, from the blood

Chaste brain, your flesh is mine

Chaste brain, your soul is vile

Chaste brain, I want to die

Man has the right to eat what he will

To drink what he will

To dwell where he will

To move as he will on the earth

Man has the right to think what he will

To speak what he will

To write what he will

To draw, paint as he will

Chaste brain, from the blood

Chaste brain, your flesh is mine

Chaste brain, your soul is vile

Chaste brain, I want to die

Man has the right to kill those who would thwart

The slaves shall serve

Of which my brain by now

No more virgin will now feed him

The disguised procession

Accompanies your destiny

And I will go down the night,

From the altar blood will fall

To the grave that a headstone

Forever will close

Chaste brain, from the blood

Chaste brain, your flesh is mine

Chaste brain, your soul is vile

Chaste brain, I want to die