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Hung Up At The PaleWhose anger is to be fearedThe one that sun kills with the arrows of heat Threw them down and flayed them with scourges Ruler of consciousness One of the dreadful sights which we witnessed ourselves Who thought unjust will be scourged, racked, bound Will have the eyes burnt out Suffering every kind of disorder Being hung up at the pale The expiations and atonements for sin May not be made by sacrifices and amusements They doesn’t redeem us from the “pain” of hell Leapt from a wall in the hope to reach the Beyond We would become the sun that kills with arrows of heat This awful shadow was cast across the human mind Who thought unjust will be scourged, racked, bound Will have the eyes burnt out Suffering every kind of disorder Being hung up at the pale |