Sons Of Northern Mist - Red Dragon
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Highest gift
It's really hard to believe
Don't you want to relive
This suffering again

Blood and wine
It's hard for you to hold the line
Because you've come up with a divine
Beginning for yourself

What kind of beast you are
How dare you go so far
The trophies from your victims
Will always be part of yours

You're hiding from the low
But It won’t last for too long
The end of dead rising
Before the hundreds of dead in the row

The eyes of hunter
Crime as splendor
A creature with the razor blade