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Suffering is the wretch for those is disbelieve
Salvation and the heat says the priest
The tribe in hunger will have to barge
Seven with no hope why won’t you turn
The elders of twelve are entrusted the faith
Standing tall as a bridge between man and god
Gathered is the Gathering of the elite
To resolve all that is to man
Suffer from mutilation will be no more
Accept ways of thee you will be saved
It’s the day of sacrifice
Ending pain
Revolting is the sick questioning the way
This is the blossom handed down for generations
So does the sun rise from the east never from west
Never
It’s the day of sacrifice
Ending pain