7 acessos
Eight famous heads
Hung on my belt
I start my march again
(Better degrade you flowers now)
Seven glamourous eyes
Shining in my faces
I am the winter of your world
Six forbidden tomes
I've studied for years
Three times they burnt in my heart
Five arms I've prepared
To paint the destruction
With flesh and blood on the wood
Four of fools I met
I told them perfect lies
I'm your most suitable truth
Three I'll raise to square
Signing it three times
And then you'll beg inverted
Two prisoners I'll release
Condemned at one
The only
Flower which will survive
Preying on myriad of bodies