Diffuse landscapes passing by
Isolated by a blurry vail
Remorse, she feels not
She feels not trust nor ache nor hate
Perfection is the way
Brought by storm in the minds of them all
Give in to the urge
Restless is the heart
Nausia stings
Blood cures
Numb the frustration
Blood of insignificant and weak
Vengeance
Born in cruelty
Vengeance
Torture, the air that she breathes
Silent hunter
Dreamlands realm
Berserk hunter
Lifeless shell
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