Blood on my violin~
Day and night,
there stands a knight.
Playing same song,
without a note played wrong.
He watches them rise,
he watches them fall.
He was the last,
and the first of all.
On a stone of mud,
with a song from within.
With teardrops of blood,
On his violin.
// 100% by Josanna
there stands a knight.
Playing same song,
without a note played wrong.
He watches them rise,
he watches them fall.
He was the last,
and the first of all.
On a stone of mud,
with a song from within.
With teardrops of blood,
On his violin.
// 100% by Josanna
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