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He has grown in blood,

His childhood was fear,

He has been weaved from a lie.

A lie.

It was a bloody war,

An brother's and the father's execution,

It was such a thorny track

Forever in front of a face.

Severe murders,

Tortures and violence,

Blood is his river,

Death is servant.

He drank an enemy's blood

On burial fields,

Before an oblivion of the world.

The world.

It was a bloody war,

An brother's and the father's execution,

It was such a thorny track

Forever in front of a face.

Severe murders,

Tortures and violence,

Blood is his river,

Death is servant.