Парадигма English version

                Посвящается Аде Афиногеевой

         Claymore
        is in the shaked hands.
Nighty shadows
    will bring our Death.
Damned frames.
     I see - you're sad.
Give me hand
                and i'll show you blade.
Spring is near.
     We are fighting. Our blood
Is on a spike of spear...
We will be together in the battle-fine.
It is our sight!
We are free but Night
Tells me what's my life!
Your eyes...so near...


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