Millestones spin 'round
The harvest for the count
Drunk has his daring now
To stick in his craw_
No one meets and nobody waits
For dissipated blockheads
'Round only pillars stand -
Disasters grow_
Comerades are on their way
To scorch the night away
That's why they are to pay
Some blood for disturbance
Hey, nuts,crows 'n warriors
The same old glorious
You'll get your poles equally
In paradise
The pillars stand -
No walls,no roofs in the end
The masters came
That's the game
The pillars stand
Neither more and nor less
On the troubled ways
That's the game
Victorious in the ring
They hide their scattering
Pounding their bad seeds
Into their hopes
And again millestones spin 'round
The harvest spoiled the ground
Who but the blockheads reep
That bloody hop?
The pillars stand
No roofs,no walls in the end
The masters came
That's the game
The poles wait
For you to finish your fate
It's too late to aim
That's the game
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