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Eight decades of life

Were unbearable

The whole earth was saturated

With lies, abomination, pus...

I will never ever see

The light of the native race

But...

I will never stop

To kill.

And to burn.

There in that dark ancient forest

I received my knowledge

An old man with the spear

Looked at me with his eye

Now on my hand

A sunwheel is inscribed with a blade

And carved on my leg

The rune of the heir of blood