Отключить рекламуEm Am
C B7
EmOne for one in pairs
AmThey`re smoothly dancing
C B7Invoking silently my funerals to come
EmBut it's not my time
AmI've enhanced
C B7Her need to kill me while I'm flying to the sun
EmThey're colored black Their eyes are sharp
AmAnd running out from sweetest trap
C B7I hear her howling yell sounds behind
Bitter taste of doom
On her tender eyelids
They make no difference between the love and woe
Wings are flashing close
But I've stuck in mire
And all I have - to taste her fingers one by one
Don't understand
What I've been told
And after she forced me to fall
I felt how seven butterflies licked my blood
Trying not to lose against yourself
Always remember: for both of you this game is over
She's got her seven demon souls as butterflies
To take them all
She scratched her name on my weak eyes and
I've become
One servant more - a butterfly
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