Rondellus
verres militares war pigs
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The centurions assembled,
like sacred black magicians -
minds of the mat of destruction,
all the artists of death. humanity
They disturb healthy minds.
Alas, God!
The witches are now blocking themselves. , alas!
Punishment comes to the whips,
who belt through the yoke.
They treat the nations like cattle,
while the black hour comes, alas!
Now the world trembles in darkness.
when you hear: a torrent of floods.
Brooms no longer have nerves.
God's hand is burning.
God's black hour has arrived. .
Satan laughs, he is stunned.
Alas, God