Deme Quaden Thyrane
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On a cold misty October morning In the year of the lord 1462 The horses appeared on the hills of Brasov The process of damnation had begun He killed by crushing them under the wheels of barrows Others were undressed and skinned alive To their very bowels and others still were Impaled upon the wooden poles The cold wind of death follow in his way Deme quaden thyrane Some of them were run through with stakes That impaled their heads, breasts, behind Until the pole was driven through the mouth To ellude the lack of any cruelty, he drew stakes through The breast of mothers and then went by impaling their infants Upon these The cold wind of death follows in his way Deme quaden thyrane The cold wind of death follows in his way Deme quaden thyrane So many have to die by the horrible ways of torturing them With such instruments that can only be invented By the most nefarious cruelty-possessed By the uttermost dreadful tyrant that ever existed
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- Marduk