A LONG TIME AGO
A FATAL BIRD NAMED
CHROMAGGIA
CROSSED THE ARROW OF AN
ARCHER
Along THE LAVA COASTS IN FLIGHT
FOR YEARS, THINKING OF BEING CHASED,
RUN FROM THE ARROW
CHROMAGGIA, CHROMAGGIA
WHY DIDN'T YOU FACE THE DANGER?
THE ARROW WAS TIED TO THE WING
AND SHE FLYED TO RELEASE THEMSELVES BY SHOOTING THE ARROW, OTHERS ARE HURT THROUGH MY FAULT, MY FAULT. TO THE DEVIL'S MOUTH!
HIS ARROW, MY EYES.
CHROMAGGIA, COME TAKE THESE EYES...!
I WOULD RATHER BE BLIND!

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