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Now I drink my blood
On your knees you swear my oath
Accept the sickness
The corpses come with me
Your insides are torn to nothing
The darkness of the yoke of your soul
The same herd
The herd food to shreds
What wages do you pay?
Gold for those who suffer
Wine for the dead
Rough rascal
Waste pity for dogs
And when the mourner arrives
Evil himself, food itself
And when the mourner arrives
Let it flow
Is sick inside
Bring it a coffin
It dances, and brings the corpses with it
The gold of those who suffer
br/>Wine for the deceased
And the waste kills
In front of the dogs
And when the mourner arrives
Evil itself, food itself
And when the mourner arrives
You will not drink my blood
Imprisoned on your knees
Receive the blessing
You will always remain chained
Your insides are torn to nothing
The darkness of your soul's yoke
The same herd
A herd of food to pieces
What salary do you pay?
Gold for those who are suffering
Wine for the dying
Ranka rahinainen
Wasting pity for the dogs