Fortune is dead,
Her corpse lies.,
Broken on glass,
Dissolving emtions.
Strike the coldest encounter,
The day your brains will break,
Fortune now accompanishes you,
For no longer ’till now.
Fortune is dead,
Her corpse lies.,
Broken on glass,
Dissolving emtions.
Strike the coldest encounter,
The day your brains will break,
Fortune now accompanishes you,
For no longer ’till now.