Shout 394
dream on lost in the ephemeral rose of despair
spit illusion to dream wildly beautiful sin
wind force on the painful dream about it
shows ...
treacherous death flees from fierce sun
Is not this the irony of fate that the last yearning for a hand pass?
dungeon often face hurts her death
always kill loneliness
forgotten still admires Eagle Iron void
It escapes from the city
lies on the iron hand
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