I cannot sense what you have done.
To your own son.
The blood of your blood.
When you clouded the knife,
into his heart.
And now you suffer in hell.
In devil's
net you rest, forever.
I cannot forgive, what he has done.
Evil himself, his possession.
You're smaller than your face.
Last summer, we played and sing,
on the guitar...
And my youth, and beauty,
does it deserve,
impurity of your heart,
Hate and pain you will suffer is enough.
Thank you,I have seen a lot of a bad life.
Green above the sky.
Tragic and haze above this land...
