2021.11.29.
The Healer
My time has comeMy weapons are not broken
Ash falls down from the sky
Your sick bodies are never to be seen again
His vengeance will judge you
Hero of truthful tales
Praisings and heroic acts
He will punish sick people
Animals like you are the suffering today
There's no fear of devil's folk
Piles of corpses in the alleyways
I won't refrain from your killing
Corpse songs are washed out
Their pride was taken
The healer roams through the streets
Of good cheer with the slicer
In this night, the time finally has come
Pyres burn for eternity
My coat is covered in human blood
From the extinction of your sick breed