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Out of the represor chains

My scream in the darkness is light

It's torment to the heard of fools?

That refuse his existence to freedom

The embracer cold cover the forest

Where reborn my faded hopes

And my scream say their deaths

From idolatry to feed the worn

Darkness covering my soul

Let me to see the bloody faces

From the bastard creation

That succumb to the final war

Respiring the smell of death

I live in hate to the arrogant sheperd

And their seekly eve and humble

I am the son of a blasphemy and hate