Singer: Trojan Horse Band Album: Trojan Horse

spring

The teachers are all dead.

Troy Horses came to the carnival with a smile.

A dark place

Continuous dance steps

The whole festival is full of mourning.

The next thing depends on you.

The next thing depends on you.

see

All my friends are dead.

Every tombstone is full of youth.

Your dance steps

Be alert

Be alert and sneak in.

The future of black iron

The next thing depends on you.

Nothing can be decided by yourself.