Fallen one can heed my word:
Rise with glowing, deadly sword.
Take your fate in your own hand,
Crucifier of The Land.
Winter close, but fall is near.
Are you sure, you want to hear?
Dust is everywhere my friend,
Crucifix of Holy Land.
Exit free – Gate under lock,
It’s your neck and here’s your rock.
Take with you gloom like a brand
Crosier will show The End...
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Fallen one can heed my word...
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