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I gaze at the government of the kings of men

I stretch my hand as serfdom

My throne must be shining and up

With or without you,everything must be mine

Oh golden father,trader of fortune

Fulfilling tribute for the greedy soul

I outburst everything they have

Children to crown myself as the only king

Plowing the fields and sowing the teardrop

Give food my insatiable hunger

Never stop eating out of my hand

Chews your sins and mine ones

Bless the meat and sanctify it

Lighting the flame in this cup

I hear the tissue of terrified infants

Leading me into a catharsis

Kneel in front of the cold divinity

Which makes nations to prostate with its seal corpses stacked

Based the face of the father

No power to stop their steed

Servants of themselves

Anguishing my sorrow away from the heat

My clean hands reflects my face

I close my eyes and travel in peace

Row for me toward the white shore

Servants of themselves!

Sharpen the edges of the dark flint

Servant of themselves!

In the glory of Satan

Sharpen the edges of the dark flint

The servants in the glory of Satan

Anguishing my sorrow away from the heat

My clean hands reflects my face

I close my eyes and travel in peace

Servants of themselves!

Sharpen the edges of the dark flint

Servant of themselves!