Dies Irae
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Dies Irae
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A head wrapped a thorn crown
Hanged up on a treason's cross
Raise a heavy eye-lids wait for sentence
The world is burning with war's tire
A masses stride in bloody wave
Weight of sin press my mind
My soul is burning with eternal
Not closed wound
A woman with desperate scream
Is bearing a child
And you his soul
Damn with sin
Before me an abyss
Born by a fault
By your sin - God
I perish! I perish! I perish!
My last dance
At your respect
Your damned me by word
I ashamed you
Approached a great wrath's time
And in a last his hour
Fresh blood is floating
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