Metal Panic
What's that?
The sound of weeping
Their silent cries
Never to be heard outside space
A neverending vacumn
Knives
It fits to be his name
Such hatred buried within that murderous weapon
Why does he do it?
Why must he be filled with such hatred?
Why?
I hear it even now
His maniac laughter
As blood poured free from his hands
He became drunk with it's poison
Of course, I saw her as well
The only one who saw love for us
Who even loved the murderous weapon
Rem
Her voice always penetrating my memories
WIth song i shall remember
It is to her memory i have pledged
And with these bullets i shall not become like him
like knives
Hope you like it
LOVE AND PEACE!!!- Vash the Stampede
