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I come to you my counselor, because I see

Circumstances changed, it’s hard to believe for me

I need your help, tell me what to do

Counselor you’re a wise man, tell me what is true

A spawning ground – nobody to trust

Covered with shame – loyalty is lost

Scoundrels and rascals – don’t tell me lies

Blood money and murder – they all have to die

The headsman shall expect all foolish traitors

Hail to my kingdom, to my sons and daughters

Now mop up the land from a great demolition

In the name of the law, listen that’s my decision

Look at all traitors, manacled and beaten

No fear! No esteem! They all are heathens

I condemn their behavior, so now they’re falling

The judge awaits them, their cross is still calling