Sucre Ve Mead کے بول

To look upon her face is to accept death now How all of these men have died for you without a single word from your mouth How one woman can bring such a plague of death to us all Now I may die because of you but I will die with my pride And if it is my end my end I will make it such an end Your poison makes men abide and serve you until their deaths All over this “sanctity” you will not win over me And if it is my end my end I will make it such an end Death will come to all of us in this place our demise!