Les 18 premières lignes.
The mist is hiding the sin
1 hold in my hand the LIST of judgment
I'm gonna do the perfect crime and bury them in a cist
That's my DYING WISH for you
Guys of the privileged class torment the weak
And they enjoy it
That's a bloody world, an endlessly discriminatory society (dystopia)
Happiness does not bloom here
We are oppressed
We must do something. Come on
Let the end begin
Break it to relieve your soul
Open your eyes. You'll be reborn when you lose your life
We're lords of crime. We're sacrifice for ideals
Freedom lives forever, even if we die
"Reminiscence of Lilies"
An oath committed by souls assumed,
with ideals that wallow in genetic karma
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