Butterflies are dying and flowers are enjoying. Is this the magic
of love....
Doves are crying and hawks are spying. Is this the tragedy of
Jove...
When a kingdom face bad time and throne feel insecure...
The light of the satan prevails, under evil souls....
The queen is dead, king is wounded and the prince is
missing.....
Oh! my lord can you interfere when the battle is almost at an
end.....
Will I fight or I surrender, only time can tell....
My fate is in your hands whether I will be seen in heaven or
hell....
Now I am leaving but before I go, let me take last sip of my
favorite wine...
I don't want to be dead with a thirsty soul, my divine!....
Here I come, with all my weapons....
I know evil won't end,Whether I use gun, curse, sword or my
blooded shell.....
So let me say my last wish, in the name of my kin....
Long live the queen and long live my king..
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