Wen/starry night heart
Drink two or three glasses of spirits.
Drunk, in a trance
I am still alive.
Live in a dream
Live in the memory of past lives
I am a knife.
Never been on the battlefield.
But covered in blood
The afterglow of the sunset reflected on me.
The bright tip of the knife pierces your heart.
Stir, stir.
Angry at the broken limb
The ferocious devil guided me.
Break your heart, break your heart.
Lick the pain when your blood comes out.
Kill your soul
My master is the devil.
He gave me the name of the massacre.
You will fall in my ruthless extravagance.
You will be buried in the big pit under me.
Even without a coffin.
You are not alone
You have 300 thousand compatriots under your command
Let my sharpness pierce your pubic bone.
Strip you of your flesh and blood
Reduce your hatred
You will die.
Standing on the edge of a mass grave
The devil wiped my body.
Think numbly
How can this blood full of undead dry up?