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Evil surges the land, the land of dirt
Bad blood flows through the veins
Of the people living with full of hurt
Full of hate and full of pains
The land is sacred, sacred for all
But we humans are not, we’re bad
We think we rule, both big and small
And try to drive everything else mad
Many bad people have upraised from hell
Never born they are, but are created
Once they were good, pleasing and well
But must have lost or was being hated
Our body consists of bad by birth
But can be made pure by heart
Like pure iron moulded from the earth
And bestow upon a new fresh start
A new era to be written upon
To be good again, to be loyal and wise
Change the darkness to dawn
Blazing truth and will from our eyes
Everyone’s heart is filled with rage
But can be cleansed by fire from the skies
A new chapter to be written in a new page
To be good and teach good until we dies
