One more sheep-man falls down dying
All his life he was too blind
On this planet
You’re all strangers
There are many
Roots of danger
Listen to a grand butcher’s confession
Worship a perfect crown of creation!
Half-man, half-wolf has begun the hunt
Run faster, you’re but a runt
Round and round the thirst of violence
By a shout breaks off the silence
Pure origin
And starvation
Mends the vision
Breeds temptation
Listen to a grand butcher’s confession
Worship a perfect crown of creation!
The decisive end of your weak race
That’s what you get to the face
Mark my words: no time for prayers
Smell of the blood’s in the air
Scorn and hate, fear and despair
No repentance and no grace
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