The pen from my bone I wrote the ink of blood I wrote on the walls of Zandon I wrote the polished Ice Ie I was afraid to die
I am screaming. I am in love with the lovers of Iranian soil I wrote the proliferation of the executioner If I was killed Like me, Iron Iron Iron I am this type of Veyron Millennium like me Irons Iron I am this way
In this violin freedom and love I think of the smell of my molecules Cold Clay and cold soil I dont think of my pious roads The day I saw my eyes and I saw I became a Veyron House My love and pride A love that is closed to my heart to my life
