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May 2015
You think you are loved
You think all is fine
But all your blood
Will shall I drink like wine

I will never forgive
What was done by you
I won't let you live
No matter what you do

You will die by my hand
I will send you to hell
You will die where you stand
An then all will be well
Eiliv Advena
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Eiliv Advena
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