喰らえ。メタルの余韻に取り憑かれたシャウト👽
[Verse 1]
The face and the lips tremble as it rips
Your breath quickening as heat rushes in
[Chorus]
Pull harder, strings, martyr
"Stop!," you cry, "That's a lie!"
Flush, gasping, white, reddening
You smile and destroy it, it's time that we end this
[Post-Chorus]
It's our curse that makes this world so hopeless
Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings
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