It takes close to nothing to hurt you, and
Vindicated are the new ideas of mine.
Every one of your attempts shall fail.
Hope and faith will be adequate this time,
And forget about brainwashed armies!
Down with your choir of demonic angels.
Enter the hall of satanic singers;
None of the choir is in harmony.
Over the stage, the heavens are blocked;
Underneath a hell fire burns bright.
Grand staffs and scores are written in blood.
Heaven save them, before Satan takes them.
Without a doubt, the group is damned,
I think everyone now clearly sees
The truth of your actions and intentions.
Hail Mary, she can still save you.
You should be put to rest today;
O God, lay her down in a gold sepulcher,
Underground of demons won't win tonight.
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I would like to translate this poem