falling stars, like meteors
ghost town, its all be yours
burn to ahes, but still alive
no one care about your life
So many rats, and so much blood,
plague grow, but people not
then I can't help with them rot
bitch gonna cry, I dont have mercy
G-gota blade of fate, and black revolver
Now their fate depends on my mood and still small voice
devouar
Black eyes watch on me, they not on side of good or evil
open that pandoras box, and now what happends to this town
HOOK X2
Ethernal life makes my city cruel on my life, be better
We cant survive, on top of blade edge Dunwall knife