Paroles de Red dragon

Born in the midst of war His wealth is worthless Bombs fall from the sky And sad, he had a hunch The cold cherish them Mind is the worst enemy Intense hunger disorients Even more in bad company The raffle starts The weakest one succumbs Small pieces delight Those who survive There is no choice In tears you have to feed The new flesh to devour While innocence slips away Weakness turns to hate Love becomes revenge Tear becomes strength And wisdom, wit!