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Feast on blood of plebeians,
Feast on blood of enemies
Kill as cattle those,
Who will not follow you!

Let release the anger outside
Take pleasure from each minute,
Tear off skin from your enemies,
Put On staff and shout them: « Pray! »

Let the pain fill the faces,
Let the fear absorb them …
Dirt from your hands will be swept by the blood,
The Blood of those who did not wish to obey

Subordinate the whole world to you,
Kill, humiliate people!
They are unworthy of life,
In fact each of them is a pity mob!


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