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The past mingleing with the present,

old crimes emergeing with old strokes and wrongs, church murders staying don t avenge,

the sing of war going about landscape, the yearth is pulling into the black vail,

and when black wolf howling that killing love of got, is the time for revenge past wrongs.

A light on north heaven,

fires of purgatory going far,

to kill the everybody that bastards, who took the life from poor people, terrorized, raped and took possesions. Heat from fireing churchs,

believing people dying below hoofs of horses, the priest is felling into the yearth with slit head.