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Filled with fear, broken by life

Their lord bequeathed them to suffer

Like red dew, like black ash

To give their lives for him

Antichrist’s host in fight against christ

Ruins the people of god

Flames of bonfire – the shelter divine

Last days are about to come

Get locked in your hut

Hide in your den

Let it become common grave

Sainthood of fire

Will purify you

When all burns down, your lord will forgive everything

And what is sainthood?

Stink of burnt meat, ash of black cabin?

Pit full of bones and soot?

Or maybe

Heart of the living, dull and naive

Which has burned down in flames of love divine?

Moans of the dying, spitting on icons

Life has no price

Mindless rabble waits for the end

So die for the glory of maker