out of my mouth smoke is rising high it's casting a cloud on you while you die i am a nine-headed sword swallowing dragon so you need ten swords to kill me i am an eagle flying high in the sky even if you shoot I won't die cause my wings are made of sacred steel sharp like a shiny knife so you will feel the cutting nose dive cutting your throat the blood is flowing it is so nice to live in the heavy zooo it is so nice