The Love From A Dead Orchestra
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The black sea traces the howling of the wind
In these intervals
The memories, changed into roses, started to follow the present
Inside the picture, the beasts hurt each other
And they hand the memories over to the darkness
Why do these days refuse to stop like this
And turn people into something ugly?
This melody will turn into a blue tranquility
They should disappear
I'm alienated from the connection
From fascination to expectation
I can't divide the phrases
The historical facts are drawn
Those fingertips will turn into a blue tranquility
People pierce their hearts with loneliness
While I'm staring at the roses, the melody of death flows
Ah
should it fall down
Disappear Burn The ugly me
No matter how often I kill it, my body returns from the dead
If these thoughts reach I'll get rid of everything
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose
I'll come through, in the midst of this snow
The god of death is now born
Disappear Burn The ugly me
No matter how often I kill it, my body returns from the dead
If these thoughts reach I'll get rid of everything
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose
Disappear Burn The ugly me
I just want to bloom like the flawless rose
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