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makai psalm, number thirty
that shadow, that darkness. it becomes a hellish arrow through the agito of time. unable to pierce those dark corpses. fated to someday run out of time, i whisper love to you. inga makes this black planet turn. i entrust a bloody soul to those hands. nails are the 'truth' swords are the 'past'. when the monochrome rainbow reaches a black heaven. the demons gone, the hunter despairs. the depths of battle do not disappear.
that shadow, that darkness. it becomes a hellish arrow through the agito of time. unable to pierce those dark corpses. fated to someday run out of time, i whisper love to you. inga makes this black planet turn. i entrust a bloody soul to those hands. nails are the 'truth' swords are the 'past'. when the monochrome rainbow reaches a black heaven. the demons gone, the hunter despairs. the depths of battle do not disappear.