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a hundred years, usurers (Suicides) transformed into thorny trees And fed upon by the harpies (Phlegethon) runs deep through the valley of the burning plane
obligo a pactar amb usurers, amb mala gent Que estan venent-nos, el que naltros produïm Van de moderns, de il•luminats ... Jo no els obligo a competir
A penny to a pound to a piece of flesh You've put yourself in debt I just won't take no less I'm a money lending miser Á usurer and thief If you
round in circles While usurers huddle and cry
canines for their whims Past the forest - a scorching desert Where blasphemers lie supine Sodomites run round in circles While usurers huddle and cry
la sagnia del mercat Buscant la força i més mans amb les quals poder-nos defensar. Està determinat. Espasa o paret en nom de la llibertat Usurers i
night going bang bang bang so gay and happily. And this all seemed to happen when the sun came shining The bank usurer came on by Saying with a happy
They sell anything And above all fake joy We seek garantees, in usurers' hypocrisy Rivers like dirty skies and arms full of pain Thrill of the heart It's
Shylock A penny to a pound to a piece of flesh You've put yourself in debt I just won't take no less I'm a money lending miser Á usurer
good and right But don't you forget - that time conquers all Usurers die - and empires fall I'm alive - but I'm not free I might as well be dead
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