| In you I saw the fear that destroys
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| You were infected by it
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| Fear is an illness, that crawls into souls and contaminates peace
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| You didn’t grow up to live in fear
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| Erase it from your heart, don’t bring it with you
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| Join us on the sacred hill of our fathers
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| And ask their spirits to guide us
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| Sweet pitying mother protect them from suffering
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| Oh brothers who are sleeping
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| You have touched the cold morning of this day
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| But now you cannot feel the ice of the night
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| We fight ‘cause the gallows goddess has no mercy upon the weak
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| Her soul is waiting for yours in the shad of the cypress
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| Befor this day comes to its end I will leave this world
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| And again I will embrace hell’s torments with pleasure
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| You are afraid of me, it is right you feel it
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| For you all, ignoble beings, the sacred time is coming
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| Beware of the sun obscurity
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| Beware of the man who leads the jaguar
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| Look at him reviving from the mud and dust
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| He will erase the sky and scrape the earth
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| He will sweep you away and put an end to your world
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| He is with us now
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| Soon the day will look like the night
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| And you’ll be led to your end |