Hostesses of the night, you are the women of light,
In them are strong religious ideas that fly due to might,
As far as we see, they perceive animals of rank,
And faster is the small one, of sprinting I thank.
The cats and dogs shall be with these witches,
Who murder against us, again I wonder this abhorrences.
The nights of darkness are royal and evil,
Many people have struck gold that is acceptable.
Comfort us, comfort us, in this world of black darkness,
When thieves and murderers exceed in rancidness.
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