Endless plains filled with snow.
These lands are icy and cold.
Trapped by four concrete walls,
Until my breathe will stop.
Mutilated bodies fill my past.
But I do not repent.
These filthy spawns, alive corpses.
Fair punishment is done.
Stormlike I became.
Full of boiled fury.
They, who tried to steal our lifes
Meet the cleaner of the rotten world.
For many years they spoil
The blood of dreamer ones.
Hide behind holy goal
To execute plans of the war.
I rushed to their pits of filth
To free the world of them.
I lacerated the hated spawns.
But I was caught. It was too late.
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