still take a mountain road to watch the moonlight
hunt the stars. The black scalp covers the mountains and the fields
. There is a soft and soft moan to meet the flash of the sharp blade
.
Like a lie pulling away a woman's dress, anyone is describing
a situation, a way back,
and then you need your grease as a lamp to light
in my eyes
Is it really my body where your dagger is inserted?
Why are your eyes full
of lust with blood left everywhere,
the supper that hasn't been burnt is still fresh like an owl The
people who once turned their backs to my muzzle, their names
are all embellished on Satan's clothes, fathers with
sons, fathers Son, there is a
woman wet with ashes in the middle of the night and
now I'll leave the woman's red lips and
plant myself deep in the dirt
There will be red anger burning every path
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