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roots, holding tight

crippled, there's no light

priest with a grin

blade running down the chin

growls through the wall

he says: "no one will hear your call"

the blade cuts deep

suddenly a glow

glow, glow from the wall

blinded, blinded

on his knees the priest, begging

chainsaw penetrates his body

roots, letting go

wounds, they're healing slow

priest on the ground

blood and guts on his gown

no word from the defender

walking away

looks back and says

ihm-a-tseta raa

oom-il uk

taram-et-kan da

ehet sˇet dukk