You want not to be a slave,
To leasten to the midnight blues...
Escaping the hall of fame,
You're coming to find the truth...
The moon and a cold sun...
You're rising against a crime,
Your friend is a mashine gun.
Oh, greatest and damned time!
A screaming and hungry lead...
Please, save us, eternal God!
The lead hits your native land...
Don't cry! Take your iron sward!
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