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The fate is keeping pack of cards

She'll keep the ase for the death

And all remains she'll bring to us

And throw to bloody depth

You won and don't hear the funeral bell

But this is unfair play

A hungry wolf gnaws the fleshless bones

Of those who won yesterday

Those people insane who believe in Christ

His kindness and reign and pain

They'll finish their lives

is that distant place

Where everyone rots in the grave

Is damned the one who rejected free life

Though this is too short and then

He called himself a sheep of the Christ

To go as it to your pen

For those who wanted to live in the calm

And born with the soul of the slave

The death is giving her bloody smile

And faith is preparing the grave

And only the free one dignity has

To finish his glorious way

The one who was born

With the freedom in blood

Could look at the eyes of the death