When blood is not red.
Or two moons grace the sky,
It is said,
Then all vermin will die.
When all legends are dead,
And the truth is a lie,
It is said,
Than all vermin will die.
When the trees have bleed,
And cats learn to fly,
It is said,
All vermin will die.
Will this happen ever?
... Never...
Or two moons grace the sky,
It is said,
Then all vermin will die.
When all legends are dead,
And the truth is a lie,
It is said,
Than all vermin will die.
When the trees have bleed,
And cats learn to fly,
It is said,
All vermin will die.
Will this happen ever?
... Never...
