O, hairy beast
O, weary lambs
Wash the blood
Off thy hands

Weary and afraid
Queasy and sick
Dawn of the chains
O, sick creature

Chains of the beast
Become broken
His wrath, his fury
Mighty and unleashed

The power taken
The body shaken
The eyes rid of life
Taken with his knife

Cages of the reclusive
His wealth taken, o, stolen
From his home, he is alone
He will learn

Hymns of light and the dark
May this world open
Please decay, o, rot
You deserve nothing good

Nothing good will come of you
Nothing good will come for you
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