Harbona, bar, on rob, an, oar, ban;
With the sounding of the trumpet!
With the voice of the laws of the land,
but, be wise and uphold the truth!
Than, living in sin.
Blood!
Shed from war,
But, we need peace than war on this earth;
The knife!
Very sharp once again;
Because of the wickedness of mankind.
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