Without clouds on the sky,

Butterfly was happy

On a graveyard he flies…

It’s only him with bated heart

And dandelion

With it’s light.

Air is pure, no excuse,

That it comes barbarian

And diffuse

In a moment,

Wings are on a ground,

Blood is everywhere

Weeping is the only sound.

No way out,

Death’s so close,

Fly to dandelion,

No you can’t,

Try the rose.

Come to me,

Leave him bleed,

Kill barbarian,

Do you see.?

It’s his foalth

Give me bloody hug,

Let him weep,

Shot him deep.

Dandelion will love a ground he says

Butterfly will fly again,

On a graveyard he prays…

Barberian is dead again,

Revenge butterflyes soul,

God save him

And rest in peace

Forevermore