I. A Clot of Tragedy Bring this underground, bring this to its knees. Marching in slumber, swelling shades of mystery we have the motive to breate and
seemed like a lifetime spent riding on the wings of the backwards devils. It was if I had fled from a lion, only to meet a bear. Cut off when I saw the
번역: 노마 진. Scientifiction : 비극의 응고 : 헌신의 공동.