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The cold wind of death follow in his way Deme quaden thyrane Some of them were run through with stakes that impaled their heads, breasts and behind Until the pole was driven through the mouth To ellude the lack of any cruelty he drew stakes through The breast of mothers and then he went on by impaling Their infants upon theese The cold wind of death follows in his way Deme quaden thyrane So many have to die By the horrible ways of torturing them With such instruments that can only be invented By the most nefarious cruelty possessed Uttermost dreadful tyrant that ever existed
HATA BİLDİR
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