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As we resent your God

The terminal conflicts rapes me

Of my forsaken social struggle

The enemy force of Nazarene

Attacks my wailing homeland

The militia of Satan marches

Into battle for the conquest

Of the holy emperor’s power

Where he hides the suffering of masses

As we resent your God, you cry

Terminal conflict

You silence the honest masses

Your supremacy will violate

A life with your hatred

Intended for submission

Passing by the wasteland

Are the innocent in a hunger

Waiting for the end

Of a social confederate