Ajattara
Miscellaneous
Your murderer
He swears with his hand on his heart
A woman's heart on his palm
Irti chisel from the sternum
Evil from a woman's clavicle
A young sucker's veins
A sucker increases arteries
Lying under the morning dew
Whore until it rains blood
The sky is already filled with fire
Return the lands to the mainland
Scramble the reef with sledges
Blood year for the moss
Had the mind of a murderous man
Cut the light of the sun
Shadows of gallows trees
As corpses charred
As the darkness clears
The veins of a young sucker
The sucker increases arteries
Lies under the morning dew
Whores until it rains blood

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