Pressing the megaphone against the apostles open ear Darkness and onanists are in attendance I press a gun against the spectators' temples now And my
翻訳: ディルアングレイ. 赤色土.
humps in the sheep yard What color of skin gathers behind comfort and eats? The earth sucks the life out and turns itself into red soil A piece of
. Find and I you dear sometime... The life flows red into our Venen, I serve dir's on a golden tray. You get me from the grey valley of the tears, All
Find and I you dear sometime... The life flows red into our Venen, I serve dir's on a golden tray. You get me from the grey valley of the tears, All
