Bloody Hands

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Main Sanglantes

Si vous trouve un diamant dedans une caverne

Vous veux la ramasser et nettoyer

Mais, faites attention

Parce-que leur bords est tranchante

 

Si elle vous couper vos paumes

Et votre sang courent dans les pierres 

Elle peut réveiller quelque chose qui dort

Avec la goût forte et douce

 

Quelque chose ou quelqu’un 

Qui vraiment avait la soif 

La soif pour les vies des hommes

Toutes les hommes, qui marche le monde

 

Un démon qui sent ce qui était entre vos mains

Au cours des années passées

Des années que vous avez passées à prendre sans réfléchir

Un démon qui ne vous laissera pas prends son bijou

If you find a diamond in a cave

You would want to pick it up and clean it

But, be careful

Because their edges are sharp

 

If it cut your palms

And your blood runs in the stones

It can wake up something sleeping

With strong and sweet taste

 

Something or someone

Who really is thirsty

Thirsty for lives of men

All the men who walk the world

 

A demon who feels what was in your hands

In the past years

Years you've spent taking without thinking

A demon who won't let you take his jewel

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"Approaching the docks, we heard the violent smashing of wood and the clanging of metal being pounded through the cold veil of white mist that hung in the air by the coast. With a sudden gust, the pale haze cleared to reveal a beast from the brine like none I had seen before or after my time on Kioshell Island. It was roughly the same size as the fishing ship that had ferried me here and was in the process of tearing apart a vessel of similar proportions with a cold fury, pausing only to fling away huge bits of debris or adjust the monstrous maw that was its shell: the living, partially decomposed head of a sky serpent.."