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Intro. Introduction - "Irana: Wing of Night"
In the middle of the metropolis that never sleeps In the reflection of the neon fire and the blood that has never been dry. "Erana" (Irana) walked out of the shadow quietly - like a poem that never ends.
She is the shadow of the past. Is a memory that no one wants to remember And is a nightmare that will never fade.
Her skin is cool like ice in the last season. The red eyes like a flame that had been asleep for too long. And the lips that used to whisper love ... Now it became a curse.
Irana is not a hunter. She is a penalty She is not a demon She is justice that the world never understands.
In her hand, there is a blood needle. Her heart has a shadow. And in her smile ... hid a sweet death.
She will come when the world is forgetting the word "fear". And will leave with the last laughter of the stars.
Irana
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Irana
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Intro. Introduction - "Irana: Wing of Night"
In the middle of the metropolis that never sleeps In the reflection of the neon fire and the blood that has never been dry. "Erana" (Irana) walked out of the shadow quietly - like a poem that never ends.
She is the shadow of the past. Is a memory that no one wants to remember And is a nightmare that will never fade.
Her skin is cool like ice in the last season. The red eyes like a flame that had been asleep for too long. And the lips that used to whisper love ... Now it became a curse.
Irana is not a hunter. She is a penalty She is not a demon She is justice that the world never understands.
In her hand, there is a blood needle. Her heart has a shadow. And in her smile ... hid a sweet death.
She will come when the world is forgetting the word "fear". And will leave with the last laughter of the stars.
Irana
@Irana
Irana