Death is my friend
And I hay seen his face
In many, many minds
In the end
It's a' the same
Even if it does ne' rhyme
My case defend
Am I a waste
Love is no a crime
I am unforgiven
Ootcast, disgraced
Disowned by ma en kind
Blood Brethren
A battle feast
Product o Ancestral line
Realized then
In every place
And immortalized in time
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