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Observers from sky, windows of fire
Spell it down for down, or knives
Without the hope of inconsequences
And go, without fear, warriors of nights
Because the evil stay in all places
And the God justice is way of better ways...

Nor, nor, nor, passing the trouble waters, companions
Because you wait for this, and the bridge are closed above and up down.

The isla no, no, no, please, the final cut, companions...

That in the closed captions, understand me, the survivals nothing fare the war!

When the hope of our children pass to the wire flood, the better is the capitulation,
When the citizen don’t feel the fire in the blocks, the point is the question
Where the psichiatryc citizen is not nothing, is a human being, at least
The situation when the poors men know how make one protest
Under the line of circunstance, ma femme, do you know now...