歌词语境宇宙
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked its like the Nazis in the nations
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked its like the Nazis in the nations
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked its like the Nazis in the nations
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked its like the Nazis in the nations
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked its like the Nazis in the nations
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked its like the Nazis in the nations
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked its like the Nazis in the nations
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked its like the Nazis in the nations