Оригинален текст
Such the delicate locust without your wings have you ceased to threaten me a
Hundred knifings later there's so much blood so little of anything else for you
I played the endgame as the pawn toppled for the queen's pleasure.
Such the delicate locust without your wings have you ceased to threaten me a
Hundred knifings later there's so much blood so little of anything else for you
I played the endgame as the pawn toppled for the queen's pleasure.