One, Three, Eleven
I am willing to exchange my soul to worship my surviving soul. I have great reverence for that dilapidated beauty.
Keep company with carrion and devil May it rest in peace under the spring Because I can't have it
Kill and enter the light. The messenger from the darkness also mourns that I cannot have it.
Let it go, let it go, and may it rest in peace in an unknown place
Cut the chain
Back to heaven