Since this strange lustral day
From the depths of the woods I sharpen my blade
At every moment, I await the enemy
That at all times we 'foretold
With memory, without much hope
I stand ready behind this wall
And after the evening comes
With my dagger I pierce impure hearts
Worship life
Don't let them take your soul
You will come back from the dead
If they kill you burned by the flames
With memory without much hope
I stand ready behind this wall
And after the evening comes
With my dagger I pierces, impure hearts

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