Lunar کے بول

You let him fold She watched him go Never to see him again With coloured strides You lead the march Turning malice to dust Why should we waste a shadows breath For those who choose to run If you can't stand to take this heart onto your hand Just let it go On this moon the flames will rise Without her by your side Cuts his hand and wipes the blood Who'll discover the dead There is no line between the weak and those who choose to run If you can't stand to take this heart into your hand If you can't stand to take this heart onto your hand Just let it go Just let it go Just let it go Pick up the pieces and end what you started He-he-he-he-here