It's full of wind and fire
Our love is like a war
We didn't bleed, but we all died
Bury the heart beat of martyrs and bury my reputation
Eagles hover over the ruins in search of scraps
Spirits in the night sky watching the back of wandering souls
All of a sudden, a bell rang and watched the silence of the black crow
Praise the heroic or laugh at the sacred
Carrying love to the end, greatness is the result of cruelty
There is no right or wrong blood to carry on the love in the end
It's full of wind and fire
Our love is like a war
We didn't bleed, but we all died
Bury the heart beat of martyrs and bury my reputation
Eagles hover over the ruins in search of scraps
Spirits in the night sky watching the back of wandering souls
All of a sudden, a bell rang and watched the silence of the black crow
Praise the heroic or laugh at the sacred
Carrying love to the end, greatness is the result of cruelty
There is no right or wrong in bloody love
Carrying love to the end, greatness is the result of cruelty
There is no right or wrong blood to carry on the love in the end
Carrying love to the end, greatness is the result of cruelty
There is no right or wrong blood to carry on the love in the end
Love to the end, gentle still lonely forever
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