Idol of Oils

I will dance when it's likely I've torn the bandage off
Knowing I'll never have another friend as he

I've seen you in dragon clothes
Holding the audience by their soles
When you held my gore and smiled
We had bonded tight

I've seen you in dragon clothes
Holding the audience by their soles
When you held my gore and smiled
Scorn was then in kind

It's over now
It's over now
Didn't you know

Though artfully drawn, you have waved away wearing out anothеr's glove
Every but the longеst fingers fold

I will dance when it's likely a stain is left instead
Only by the gamy blood of his death