For what we do, we seek for those, peace.
Crept on me, we stay on the creep.
For the love of wine, we dine all night.
Turn from something small, to then, all bright.
Buer knows well, he'll brighten up your day.
Bathin knows much, we need stimulants to pray.
Astaroth, she wants, her name must grow.
Forever thinking that I'm all alone.
King Bael ignites, he sets those a flame.
Turning from night, then into day.
All I ask, is that Mom continues to know.
In what she does, she'll have no foes.
In turn, we rise, above all else.
Hoping to God, that she asks for help.
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