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Angry and outraged

Forced down upon your knees

surrounded by the smell, the smell of Death

something awful welled up in me

Death will come to you in fear

On the pure whiteness of snow

Seems as if a curse had broken

It feels you nailed against the wall

With no blood left in your veins

Perhaps you should have died

Demanding to bring my slaves to me

Suffering inside

With no blood left in your veins

Perhaps you should have died

Awakened by the smell of fire

Burning us far and wide

The stench had risen all around

the warmth had sunken down

Death will come to you in fear

On the pure whiteness of snow

Seems as if a curse had broken

It feels you nailed against the wall

With no blood left in your vein

Perhaps you should have died

Demanding to bring my slaves to me

Suffering Inside

WIth no blood left your veins

Perhaps you should have died