"On the northern side of Kazdel... is a birch forest. Those gray and white trees wither in the frigid wind, then struggle to regain their vitality the following year. But when the last trees died, they had no idea that spring would never come back."
Lyrics
I'd like some information, please. Define the weakness of your enemies. From the shadows, I can mark the breaks and take your failures as a front row seat to watch your knees shake, shake. I'll have my premonition, please. Your information doesn't mean a thing to me. I see the holes in your logic and a picture in your locket; it's the people you don't wanna leave.
I'll give you thirty seconds headstart to state your case before a biased court. When your sentence is delivered, I won't like it, but in silence I'll accept what I've been trained for.
It's no catastrophe when you run from me; all the rumors that surround you simply atrophy. It don't matter how dark, I feel the heat in your heart and it's screaming like a beacon, now you're on my radar.
I've spelled it out in ways you understand. I'll simply simplify my master plan. Talking to myself, spinning shadows into spells is the surest way to make it land.
You can keep your dirty devil's war. It's a rotten apple, poisoned core. But if they call me to the line, it's gonna be a break in silence and you'll know what I'm there for.
It's no catastrophe when you run from me; all the rumors that surround you simply atrophy. It don't matter how dark, I feel the heat in your heart and it's screaming like a beacon, now you're on my radar.
It's no catastrophe when you run from me; all the rumors that surround you simply atrophy. It don't matter how dark, I feel the heat in your heart and it's screaming like a beacon, now you're on my radar. [×2]
