CHESS
White ashes pile up slowly from the sky
Only the wind that hasn't people's image
flies past
To a Goddess who likes this view,
"if I would die"
If I would prick up my ears to that
song, while I recognize it
My hand will dye in red
In this created world they learned
boredom
Finished people, like toys
Paint in red this stupid History's end
If I would prick up my ears to that
song, while I recognize it
My hand will dye in red
In the dream, two footless being have
embraced each other
When they noticed that a smiling
Goddess was coming near to them, they laughed
She has killed herself with a lover
who was telling her about love
On the battlefield I was also on coma
Amused Gods sing the game
If I would prick up my ears to that
song, while I recognize it
My hand will dye in red
In the dream, two footless being
have embraced each other
When they noticed that a smiling
Goddess was coming near to them, they laughed
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