Bustle of market,
A fox smiles, a knife falls,
The warm screams of blood.
~~~~
An old wet prison,
The assassin asks pardon,
No one knows the truth.
~~~~
A warmful grassland,
The gray fox lays down, happy,
Justice has been done.
~~~~
Bustle of market,
A fox smiles, a knife falls,
The warm screams of blood.
~~~~
An old wet prison,
The assassin asks pardon,
No one knows the truth.
~~~~
A warmful grassland,
The gray fox lays down, happy,
Justice has been done.
~~~~