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Wisdom always comes from the misfortune

Freedom always used to have chains

Paybacks for someone turn out to be a torture

For the others vengeance is a kind of a grace

Kneeling down Crows in crowns

Tortured false of a fortunate louse

The seventh son of the break of dawn

Going round the gambling house

Send me back down to the Ekb town

For the rest in peace and fun

Thunder clouds over crumbled ground,

Dead-drunk clown staying down in the dumps

Screaming loud being blind and stunned

He is surely bound to die one more time