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Lumber churns it

Wrath bears it

Fire is the past

Its embers extinct

Dead.

Lumber churns it

Wrath bears it

Torment is the present

Naked, nude

Skinned.

Lumber churns it

Wrath bears it

Mighty future

Pure, black power

Chosen.

Cutting fire's embers to death

To feel the nakedness of pain skinned

Let mighty pureness be guarded by

chosen ones.

Sew up you mouth, indigent one

Let your eyes burn together

Your body and soul be more foolish

Live through pain and pitfall

You are trampled down, dusted

A mighty torture for you.