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Horses with ski masks
A painful death for the people
His work has been finished
Declared his anger, never enter his wrath
Do not harden your hearts
Entered by his own blood
Ashes sprinkled on the unclean
You were slain, into their hands
Avenge our blood, harvest the pain.
Why harvest the pain
Never again will u be slain
You suffered this hell
NEVER AGAIN.
We redeem the flesh , day after day
Justified by his blood
How much more shall we endure his wrath
Reconciled to him through death
Do not harden your hearts.