Rise, rise the northern wind,
I lay beneath the sword of will.
Fuck the world's sadness,
why this path of disease and ill?
Blister the skin that show,
that rapped me a way to kill.
Silence and mares of the night.
The ride of the stallion
shit the living of this might.
Fuck off the bleeding man,
that blood that drips is mine.
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