once upon a time i found a silver gun
i called it ‘’my beloved’’
silver as a moonlight, cold as me
wild maiden in the crown of thorns
endless light
soft and bright
only you can hear
suppliant child
can not hide
sorrow that i see
call me a Sister in Sacred Crown
hold the heartbeat of dancing
crowd got no system, got no proud
i need nothing but Silver Gun
so grave, so glister..my Silver Gun
i hear your whisper - it calms my arm
yes, you’re pushing for a crime
but i bless you ‘cause you are mine