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Retch at the stench of their dead flesh

Born to be butchered

The slaughter relents

Capital gain through life and death

Paid for their corpses

A price on their heads

Life of agony

Constant suffering

They know only pain

Worse than Ezzelino

The guilty need slaughter

Their remains boil in blood

And it still won't be enough for the death they reaped

No mercy

No retribution