Raw War کے بول

I was thinking of heaven No, that's forbidden Veneration of war Nothing more No war, no victory Plunge the dagger into my ribs Let the bells of fate ring for me Feel the fury, you know you must Just leave peace and love in disgust So the drama continues I hope the sequel is suicide Humanity is a plague That eats itself alive Atonement is a phantom That whispers in my ear War is the whore that lures The look of the lecherous leech's leer As if by magic I have been spared This stagnant atmosphere has dissolved into a nebulous vacuum I am bathed in aromatic perfume Dream-like figures emanate love And swoon at my glance of seduction By what magic has fate allowed such bliss? Insanity, you are so sweet