Suffering of death
Vilmos: You can’t be bound for a thousand years.
My life is yours.
My soul is yours.
My body is yours - live in my body.
My mind is yours.
Master: I love you.
Vilmos: I love you.
Master: Vilmos, can you forget Hungary? Can you forget England?
Vilmos: Where can I live my life?
Master: I am the Satan.
Vilmos: I understand your hidden message.
Master: Come with me.
Come with me.
Vilmos: I am following you.
I am with you.
Master: Stop now.
Write a verse.
Vilmos: Yeah.
Master, oh, Master
I need you, I love you
Just don’t kill me
Just don’t kill me
Don’t kill me
I need to live
I want your life
My Satan
I love you
I know you
I need something
I need something from you
Your science
Your life
He is suffering
I feel his life.
I feel
I feel
I feel
I think his life.
I feel his life
Satan is suffering
I love him
He is my guard.
Master: I love you.
Vilmos: I love you more, oh, my Satan!
Master: I love you, student!
Vilmos: You are my life. You can’t die.
Master: Jesus wants to bind me for a thousand years.
Vilmos: No, I won’t let that happen.
I already gave you my life.
My soul, my mind, my body, and my life.
Dear Satan, dear Satan. Just you can understand my life.
I saw a few days ago a video about you.
Amazing Facts.
Master, you can’t die. I am with you. I am your life.
Master: We stay together. Forever.
Vilmos: This the Life.
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2024
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