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Dead crosses on the burial ground

Agony in famine and violence

Pestilence, the sign of leprous goat

Treatment of false lords never came

In misery with rotting organs and soul

Towards damnation and nightmare funerals

Among dead crosses, entombed alive

No mercy, you must fucking die

Kneel in front of leprous goat

Burn, you will breath with torments

Look around, there are only dead crosses

And you are alone with him