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A foolish man believes |
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that he will live forever |
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If he from fighting flees |
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and lives the coward's way |
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When swords and spears remain silent, |
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the serpent's venom still runs strong |
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as they conspire in times of peace |
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the thread of your life brittles |
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Old and weak you have grown |
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A disciple of the pale Christ |
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An insult to your ancestry |
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You are a coward for eternity |
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The way of the cross you have chosen, |
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Your pagan soul was drowned |
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A harmless baptism they called it; |
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they murdered all you stood for |
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Your body is fed, your spirit choked |
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The gold they offer comes at a price |
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You may be alive and breathing |
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Your essence died a long time ago |
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Ideals and comrades you betrayed |
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to consort with the foes of your folk |
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We may have died a long time ago |
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Only to be accepted in Wuotans halls |
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And now you die the straw death |
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Despising the man you became |
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Maybe alive for a little while longer, |
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You are a coward for eternity |
