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You send your beasts to take me and I pay for my sins

But the flames and the pain have always surrounded me

I am fear, I am your hell, I am the agony

I am the torment that will plunge you into desolation

Weeds also grow in beautiful places, although some grow to then emerge from the ground

Engulfed in fire

Wrapped in the claws of the creator

People pray for strength and enlightenment of their way but they should pray for the clemency of a quick death

Bodies accumulated in rivers contaminated with the guts of men who intrude

Broken necks and hammers stuck in their hollow heads

Widows dressed in black knock on my doors and I keep hitting the anvil

Demons come out of their cages fleeing from the real beast

Trapped in that terrifying place until the end of days

The underworld trembles with each hammer blow

A cross stuck in the heart of the devil

Its horns ripped out

His fire died away

Now hell belongs to me