I walk quietly with broomsticks, I listen to the north wind,
I scrape the ground with my shovel for the day ahead.
Tomorrow I'll come back, let's drink a glass, let's drink another.
Grind the whiskey into your liquor, you can taste the manala maht.< br/>So I agreed and so I do,
I watched the night, I heard a voice
from the soldiers a black mind,
from the hands a terrible a song.
I'll give you a corpse,
I'll give you a rain,
I'll get rich, I'll fall in love,
I'll take a risk, I'll look at the cards. bits, crumbs,
you see the world with the newest eyes,
you see the world with the eyes of a madman.
If you don't drink the mud, if you don't taste the black earth,
I'll lose a shilling of everything, my money, my soul.
Tomorrow I'll come back, let's drink a glass, let's drink another.
Grind the whiskey into your liquor, taste it and you'll get the power of manala. br/>Your head turns, your mind twists,
You drown in pain, you fall into the abyss!
Death is your destiny,
From the abyss you will find your home.
So I agreed and so I do,
I watched the night, a voice I heard
A black heart from the canker,
A terrible song from the limbs.< br/>Corpse rot, corpse rot, corpse rot

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