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Hands are shaking down and bloody torture

Has tears in its eyes and its pain

My dear daughter, dont know why just me

Shall be a servant, a servant of satan

Who didnt plead a guilt will be tortured

Why are you dying my brother-in-low

You are dead and your family is suffering

You have never seen her

My eyes dont serve me, my ears are deaf

They long for salvation, the salvation of soul

Im leaving my daughter, Im dying

Im sorry, I know what I did, I know that Im innocent

The tree ear from flash is shining on my journey

No Im not a wizard in spite of protest

He killed my wife for little of ashes

You must go my daughter, even if you didnt want

The seventeenth century is written in history

A major is murdered in spite of doubts

However they havent any doubt about his daughter

Though she disappear forever and she survived centuries