I saw the grove with red daggers
Every traveler comes out scarlet
Yeah
Leaving a stealthy spark
Pledge of a shower of purple petals.
you draw, you draw
But The table is simple…
Only red on the canvas.
A raven essence
like an ultimate torpor,
Trying to get
Trying to get out of the well
like an ultimate torpor,
Dodging these daggers
Dodging these daggers
cracking air,
Like a phalang who will be not able to stop
Drops after drops, Drops after drops
Blood flows from the razor.
So the story began,
So went the wind, still swirling.
The valley grows, grows, grows
Too many trees cut x2
This same color
is spresding in the x2
lowland
So the story began
a long time ago.
Dispersing to the four winds
Neurosis of time,
Shadow of present.