The past was twisting
The soul is too much wound
I never believe it
Time doesn't wait for run
The injury is placed
The blood is also shaded
The only course is in the sword
Death is now
Don't run, i'm road
Your blood is my power
And now I am your god (Bis)
Tranquility was burned
Spectrums still rambling
Prophecy is dust
War is consuming.
Peace also has died
Life today is killer
The return has erased
War has not finished.
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