Not flock of ravens flew together On piles of decaying bones At night at circle of fire Some killers gathered How many clothes and faces From churches and prisons They gathered for great war Here is one aim for all of them They live without power and laws Between them man, who fugitive From coast of island of death He brought a pain and misery You can hear it. Danger, blood, depravity, fraud is Ties essence of terrible family With cold soul, He Went through all degrees of evil He slaughtered Widow with small child He dont forgive, he dont regret Whom make murder happy? Answer me!
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