うろ覚え
Oh, Kos, or some say Kosm.
Do you hear our prayers?
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes.
Plant eyes on our blain to cleanse our beasty idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Now we sit about and speak feverishly.
Chatting into wee hours of, new ideas of the higher plane!
初文字数超過
助詞が毎回自信ないんだよな
あとたしか頭Kだったと思う