My castle is used to broke down.
Pitchforks and fire,
People got their feeling.
Ruin the unique one.
Pitchforks,
And their unnamed spirit.
A sound strikes,
Had no lightning.
My village is used to broke down.
Pickaxe and shovel,
People got their feeling.
Plant the same one.
Pitchforks and villagers.
Let's ruin the kingdom.
Let's spread our love,
With defiantly.
Pitchforks,
Digging tools.
Let's ruin the every day life,
Replace our colors.
Pitchforks made by wooden.
And our kingdom,
Made by affection.
Let's burn their world,
Let them colors bright.
For pitchforks,
Let's face up to fall from grace,
And their useless mercy,
Replace it with forgiveness.
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