[Sad Song - We The Kings, Elena Coatsđ¶]Â
Asleep in the immortal walls of the flowing blood,
the womb crumbles while trying to breathe.
Then a tiny devil appears
in the blood's flowing cells.
The moment the little devil takes his first breath,
Goddess takes him in her arms
and pours her good deeds into him.
As the good deeds turn into sins one by one,
the angels tear their wings for the sake of the devil.
Suddenly the moon rises into the daytime.
Daytime; red,
daytime; black.
The moon; devil's face,
the moon; God.
The sky is melting red.
The ground is shaking.
The moment the little devil cries,
all the angels become deaf.Â
If the devil is bad,
it is because he is his own killer.
It is because he became his own murderer
and buried his soul in the ground
and turned to ashes.
Oh the devil...Â
Your seeds are the most dangerous.
As you grow green, so does evil.
Since the moon is red,
blood flows steadily through the light.
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