Ref:
This is your hapiness
whenever you call for help
this is your pain
whenever you trample this face



1:
raised the sword up
blade`s shinning. make all blind
You`re not strong enough

to hold it longer wooden arms are waiting for the ax
but blade`s cutting the air above your head



2:
So ready to fight
dead by his own fear
enemy isn`t satisfied

You failed everyone
it`s not fail of whetstoneman
Now you`re hiding from rain

6 feet under
ground softens become plump
vise is camped You were so afraid of death...

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