We are the outcasts,
we live our dead
saziamo burr the world
teach children simple words and feelings
our God has not wanted my
and we have taken for the Job
with wine and song
celebrated the end of pain
enjoy dancing around the suffering
does not empty our glasses never
woe to you!
keep us warm and suffering
drowning in your lies but now we
hostage
your company
like rabbits stuffed
brandish our blades
around your throat and the life of the war with his blood will quench
our thirst.
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