歌词语境宇宙
Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
Intercepting missles wit my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse