| on the verge of tomorrow's disaster fifteen dead on the Street of Brands they say it was over the price of Sa-Tarna of all things do you hear me? we are hungry for progress take your fat and slovenly ass and run we will not foot the bill for your new slippers listen we warn you you shaven-headed bastards better listen too next, we come for you put your collection plate away this is no land of milk and honey you think that's funny? remember Kassau and the Jarl? remember Ar and Pa-Kur when he backed you down? Is that a frown? where were your Priest Kings then? where is your blue flame now? listen we will tell you our name Change the people have spoken |
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