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Masters Of Holy Justicehey are leading meThey who eternal hide under the cross I'm standing in front of gathering They judge and condemn for death I can hear rumble hearts of cranks They shut off my thirsty eyes. They trample my cleaness Warm spit of hatred flowing on my face Ones hit by remains of veins Next have birches from the thorns They flog cruel Chains crush the bones No mercy in their inhuman thoughts You Master Of Holy Justice Do your obligation Register in book of death |