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The Wanderer the one who walks these earthly roads |
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what do you seek among this rotten world |
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here where only betrayals and meanness could survive |
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By your faith in your fatherland they would call you heretic |
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May it be the honour you're looking for but it exists no longer or may it be the kinsmenship |
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The one you'll never find once a hand of your brother is eager to stab you back with knife |
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so the human worm do mock the greater gods for ages the cursed from was forged |
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The road from honest sword towards the coward bullet |
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And the very thunders forged in the heavenly armoury now could be hiding even in the electric chair. |
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The world is drunk with dump and bitter darkness it's ruined by the run to progress |
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It's eaten up and put ob knees before the scoundlers here is the final of your amazing play |
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But to live doesn't mean to survive be cursed these times of the damnation and the scum |
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By sharpening my blade I live awaiting Ragnarok and only the strongest ones could murder |
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The weakness which has become the prophet of this world |
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We spit upon our pain we walk towards our doom we live awaiting Ragnarok |
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When the glitter of gold is more precious than the rays of shining sun |
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The soul went blind from dirt they throw upon my eyes |
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The worm crowls towards the gold together with salvation prays |
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To be a kinsmen it means to truly be one's brother |
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To be in brotherhood it means to die for them |
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But so many here try to find the faults in their own brothers |
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And murder them to the greater joy of the crucified fag |
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To stay the same to isolate yourself from others or burn in soulside flames die young |
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To be all or no one to be the shadow behind it all or one could be a greater memory among its folk |
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And coated into spiders web, the one just like the thousands others |
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The coward tries to steal the strength of the strongest |
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The man is stealing the force which was given by the gods |
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Who is greater the wolf or the bear or maybe falkon is better than the raven |
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Inside of senseless questions among the foolish people |
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I feel Ragnarok breaths to be alive, means to true at full do not await till oldness take your breath |
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Watch the stars and walk your only path its time for vilest Ragnarok |
