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You chose a path of treason and money

You are there,

where phoniness and hypocrisy

Are the values

You dared to sell your mother for

your own benefit

You even dared to sell your jahwe

You are nobody!

You won't flee the hand,

which has always stalked

Your lousy fate

You will sprew with your blood,

which has no value

In my fist burns the fire

They will find you anywhere - you won't flee!

You'd better rip out your flesh yourself

For the death of my hand is gonna be worse