Well what have we here
Is it a pilgrim from the asylum
Carried aloft
By a friend to our lady of sin
Where to begin

Listen well, boy
There are two bells to ring
The parish above
The blighted bog found deep below
And their guardians
Still thirst for your cursed blood

Drop your sign
For the brothers in need to find

Like a moth
Flittering towards a flame
Vereor nox

If only I could be so grossly incandescent

I will march through the dark
Like the hero before me
I have died many times
I'm replete with humanity

If only I could be so grossly incandescent

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꧁༺ 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓧-𝓜𝓪𝓼 ༻꧂

Stary, dobry Lanca.

No właśnie, czekaliśmy. A Wielki Szef, odszedł wraz z panem Hideo.

Kept you waiting, huh?