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The night arena of feelings: words are like daggers in gloves, and each line is another battle for the right not to be ordinary. There are gladiatorial shouts, knightly irony, and promises to ‘kill all princes’ - everything is loud, exaggerated, and slightly comical in its drama.

Behind this brutal armour lies something familiar: fatigue from repetition, bitterness after another love affair, mixed with self-deprecating humour - ‘alone at home again, experience again, pain again’. The song is like a late report from the battlefield, where anger serves as a mask for the fear of loss, and the desire to rise again after a fall sounds almost like a plea in the roar of guitars. The result is a feeling of sad energy - when a hand grips a sword not for revenge, but to warm itself somehow.