This is an era full of fighting and blood donation
Maybe it's great, maybe it's desolate
When the Holy Spirit betrays his people, when the sheep pick up the sword, when the land becomes a river of blood
When I can't do anything about it, when I cry
The wolf king in the last days leaves only the cry of blood.
She was galloping on the grassland on horseback, her hair was blown up by the wind, like a purple flying flag.
Across the extreme sea in the east, she drank the wine brewed with blood
"I will give you everything I have and have never owned, whether it's a throne or a scepter."
"You are God. You have everything, but you don't have what I pursue in my life."
Freedom.