Парадигма English version
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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