2024.05.17.
FAKE TYPE. - Witch hat dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
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Witch Hat
Rocking chair in a hut in a deep foggy forestSoothes the swaying trees
A man in a top hat who is silent looks like a smoke
Rotating eyeballs and nightly wandering streets
The people of Karasui who seem to be lost are far away
The witch's forest invites you to bind and scatter
It seems that I was fascinated to stop it, and I was restrained
Those who keep their sanity are stunned and have a terrifying and glossy tone
There is also a ridicule, it's like a witch's hunting ground
But this is a really dangerous disease
Shioume is spicy even for clinicians
A scary Twilight ghost
Being fucked by a belief and losing the ego
Crazy spices on browned suspicions
Evil thought rule
Only a little until hatred and anger cover ...
Unknowingly buzzing, Hitoshi turns inside out
Feelings similar to the secrets that overflow from the depths of the boiling pot
The flowers wither and flutter and squeak like a rusty music box
un deux trois In the whirlpool being sucked in
Invisible thread that should have been tied Easy to get entangled
By the time I noticed it, after making a popping sound
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A heartless top hat, its eyes are not that of humans
A struggle for the unknown truth that should not be mentioned
Invading the inviolable, melting the fear and terrifying when you reach it
The end of the door that opens facing each other as if you were looking at a real mansion
A ruthless musical instrument laughs like a witch's carnival
Large halls lined with unmelted candles
A familiar doll in a glass case
An illusion that doesn't exist grows up quickly
There is no confusing compassion.
Devil's silhouette no longer attached
Massacre, MoMo Motherfu ** in ¥ Witch
No reason needed Give me your precious Everything
Enma-sama's tongue-free Akanbe for clever spelling
Advance is like an arrow Swiftly, Shifty Witches
A cappella screaming and a chorus of death demons
Bloody focus To the Lord looking down
Do you like roses for the flowers for your hands?
Hunt fluttering Carefully peel off as if caressed
Pitiful and speculatively danced
Barren and unfortunate waltz Let's end
Bloody and fleshly tragedy It comes to an end without any worries
The heart of a person dominated by suspicion and speculation is extremely fragile
What is illness? Sublimation by the time you even feel the lovelessness
Ask yourself what an illness is.
The truth that pierces the incompatible front and back is ruthless
The last that no one wants on the fluttering board
Dedicate a poem that tells a story Unravel when the buzzing forest sleeps
sept huit neuf An epilogue that no one knows
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