They glide the wings
avoiding resistance,
choosing not to fight,
wanting to live,
to lie another day,
their
figure still alive.
And so in death,
a faithful assistant,
wanting so much,
yearning to be,
you know you lose.
And I'm glad it's past.
Die!
By my hand!
As close as you'll ever get!
Die!
By my hand!
Accept
defeat and find peace!
Die!
By my hand!
As close as you'll ever get!
Die!
By my hand!
Accept
defeat and find peace!
You seek the truth
that you defied.
Weaving the flag of the vintage bold.
You should never regret
for my vessel's crime.
Die!
By my hand!
As close as you'll ever get!
Die!
By my hand!
Accept
defeat and find peace!
