[Sad Song - We The Kings, Elena Coats🎶]Â
Asleep in the immortal walls of the flowing blood,
the womb crumbles while trying to breathe.
Then a tiny devil appears
in the blood's flowing cells.
The moment the little devil takes his first breath,
Goddess takes him in her arms
and pours her good deeds into him.
As the good deeds turn into sins one by one,
the angels tear their wings for the sake of the devil.
Suddenly the moon rises into the daytime.
Daytime; red,
daytime; black.
The moon; devil's face,
the moon; God.
The sky is melting red.
The ground is shaking.
The moment the little devil cries,
all the angels become deaf.Â
If the devil is bad,
