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Down with the tyrants of our wounded lands

Death to these soldiers, who seize on our homes

The windows are darkened – the hearts – stones are cold

Song sinks from silence – the story is told

Men, like it´s changed into the sin,

Like is it for sin to grieve

Like it´s all sin change to

Fear that gives men wings.

The hand that has written it, lays it away

Darker and darker, the black shadows fall

The book is completed and close like the day

Sleep and oblivion, reign over all

Men, like it´s changed into the sin,

Like is it for sin to grieve

Like it´s all sin change to

Fear that gives men wings