It is my compassion
why I lick blood swiftly.
it is my compassion
that I hold severed head of
Ehena, my goose

Girl, my princess of murder.
It is my compassion
that I put her down.

Panic attacks are swift
in this town of always
like the blade of guillotines.
Down the goose that pecks out eyes.
Dont with the father, whom only lies to me.

It is my compassion
why I lick blood swiftly.
it is my compassion
that I hold severed head of
Ehena, my goose.

Girl, my princess of murder.
It is my compassion
that I put her down.

And yet it was this love,
in the kingdom of broken geese,
for this angel whom I knew,
in this Kingdom by the sea.

With a trust in me, and me not her,
As I jingle my spurs, with crossbow in tow.