A Silver Sharp Line Who Cursed The Giant Brown Handle
Within It's Name Every Living Things Pray Down To Him
Who Burned The Souls of The Morning Avenger
Ah.. No.... Not Those Crying Murderer Soul
Who Live Inside And Outside The Afternoon Star
Consumed All of The Light Hearted Mother
But We Know Those Who Believe Our Nightmare
Should Be The One For These Shouting Scattering
Did He Must Ask Our Greatest Living Father
To Find , To Haunt , To Chase , To Laugh, To Roar?
Have Cow Ever Imagined Within This Hour
Could Ever Fish Taught a Mountain To Jump?
Likewise The Clock Turn Around My Body
As Those Silver Cursed Who Now Cursed Me
Nothing Left Outside Their Glorious Pain
I Will Be Rich If They Buy My Dense Liquour
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