Disfiguring The Goddess - Queen Kingdom | Текст песни

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• Disfiguring The Goddess
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Projectile, like a hairspring needle born blood pack.

Rise from sufficient maligns to further the cause for the unborn.

Breach back, a spear of hate transforms into a queen with the head of a boar.

The city's walls becomes my tomb. Fill your throat up with salt.

Cut your legions of fire back to the blood soaked wall of east.

Suffer. A knot inside of the unborn opens its pale eye.

Pale Horse. Pale mind

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