Pudas is his shield, his sincere grin
He has come in good health, worthy of his name
But at night he is hidden, weak with terror
There is a whisper in the ear, a skeleton in the closet
The companion does not stay alone
Man argues with each other
Evil says and evil commands
Puts the cursed on his knees
Unholy delivery
His doll accompanies him
Evil says and evil commands
When night comes he calls to him
I want to take away like a garment
And steers the wrong way
Even though his sword is on the edge, his mind is dull
For years he has been looking for medicine in the forest

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