Vercelum
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The age of bloodshed beaconsNow the guns they wield are uselessHope dies for everyoneBleak eyes, pale skin, poor soulSlaves once soldiersYour prayers will not be heardGod has left you allA massacre was prepared for youMarch prisoners marchDie prisoners dieMarch prisoners marchDie prisoners dieExhausted for a month of walkThirsty of life and liberationSurrounded by instigators of deathHope has died
From Letras Mania