Enjoy your pain
While marching to your death
With a punctured skull
With spines in the head
The stabbing needles
Make the blood flow
Defeated by cruelty
No sorrow for your goals
Thy fallen kingdom
Your bloody passion
The massacre is complete
After years of repression
Walk the road to perdition
In your blood-soaked dress
With a heavy load
Your life is in distress
Cherish death
The head deformed
A battered skull
The crown is thorned
Crown of thorns
Crown of thorns

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