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I hear you calling the five pupils,

It gavrem power over foul spirits,

To ervel and heal,

Disease and yang,

And so it begun,

Don’t take the road of the gentile,

Nor enter Christian cities,

Better walk towards lost sheep,

Shouting that end is near.

You diminish my god?

It’s worthiest that your void kingdom,

But we shall continue,

Waiting to gut your soul.

Don’t fuck with my course,

Consequences…fear not,

For end is here,

And no law judges the head.

Were mere puppets,

Of this rushing strength,

Join the ride, cause sweet is the road,

To total oblivion (3)

In this rushing strength,

Destroying life,

Spreading disease.

Power