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The great whisper eats sick mind of the weak

He uses his arrogance to instigate deception

Distorted truth corrupts heart and soul

Unifies to destroys, binds to bans

Who is the one who wants your death?

His name is soiled by Your voice

His face is hidden from You

Horror, not love, not justice

Corrupts honor, pride burns

You're an Eternal's tear

The winning weapon, the whispers' tribulation

The soul's tribulation, in a premature death

When Your prayers are heard

From shrewd and smatterer listeners

They know You in the intimate

Cunning and greedy, full of themselves

Is not the One whose name

Hanging from Your decided lips

How to credit power

To wood or metal?

You Fools!

It will be your downfall!

Who listens with pleasure

He's the one who hates You

That You will fall with them

In that day, You will shine as the Death