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Consumed by darkness, deeply wounded and mutilated

Cry of mass graves eclipsed the light of the sun

Shadows of dead souls call for honour

Revenge burns in living eyes

Fear is no longer food for the weak

Death is jealous of the wrath of the living

Cold but not dead

Occupied but not broken

The hunger of hatred spawned the desire to kill

Living is no longer the purpose of life

One could hear the orchestra of death in the silence of empty streets

The land will not forget the traces of bloody rivers

Seeds of war will sprout fertilized with anger

The silence propagating light will fade away

Symphony of false prophets and idols is over

The master of the sledgehammer will perish under the anvil

Fear is no longer food for the weak

Death is jealous of the wrath of the living

Cold but not dead

Occupied but not broken

Armoured liar

Squealed, moaned, ran, burned

Wolf in sheep's clothing, Trojan horse

Fed to black earth worms