Agmen
Miscellaneous
Mise Dobra
Stone faces of men of faith,
massacre of innocent people.
Riders on horses carrying faith,
truth, love and knowledge of goodness.
The fire revives, a bright light crosses the sky.
Houses in flames of the mission of good,
Ghost towns - houses in ruins,
A black house in a mass light,
The only truth is here sledding with blood and blood.
The love of God comes down with blows
on the backs of people falling into themselves,
bloody theater - executions of people,
stone hands after Bloody blood.
Divine truth - the blood of the innocent,
dark angels pressed their wings.
The trampling of horses - the last sounds
I hear from the sky return distances.

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