
重庆是受都
-- Ah......
When the Death whispering low,
she would sing:
of her strange language
all I know Is,
there is not a word of fear,
there is not a word of sad
all I know Is,
She raises the hand
to bepoisoned the sword to puncture to enemy
I will be the wind round the sword.
让血液咆哮
让意识消耗殆尽
让心死亡
不是血族
不是人狼
亦不是水之式
吾只是,被迫害者们的愤怒