CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Empty Marsh

The stories speak of an angel
Who will make our land go empty
Is it you the stories detail?
The one who kills monsters plenty?

Halfway there, no giving up now
There's only 18 in this land
Feel their dust float around the air
This feels strangely satisfying

Every monster believes in Undyne
By her design, she'll end this decline
Everything is going to be fine
We hope

Conflict, turmoil
Faltering monsters
Apprehension

Determination

Mystery, misery

Satisfaction, LOVE

But our savior will come
And end this brutal, harsh war

She'll set us all free, show no MERCY
Help all of us flee

Monsters are dying
Children are crying
This is quite fun
But is it still the right thing to do?
Wait, of course it is!

Screams ring out!

They're all gone, let us go on...