Текст для EP Steel Voice - Tigrage.
Verse 1:
Nepal's glassy gaze — the World's defense,
Against of All, to Survive.
Exiled from Her home to India,
Bald legs march into the Afterlife,
Too late, a dead end...
Verse 2:
A White Plastic Ball of Night Spaces,
Where mournful alarms ring coldly.
A forced march under a lace of shadows...
To Hunt! To Royal Hunt!
Under a broken jaw, a skull cracks,
Day and night are soaked in blood...
Verse 3:
Another Kill and Another Chase!
Evil roar, beautiful stripes!
Ambush in the Champa River gorge...
She lies here, wounded in the chest,
Remembering tangled bodies, the soft gaze of Moon.
Died in vain, six meters from Her prey.
Farewell, Princess crippled by people,
The dance of separation,
The World has grown old,
Its heart has grown cold...
Champawat Princess
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