Crushing fangs cut through the darkness.
A veil of fresh blood engulfs the shadows. |
My fate devoted to the fight,
No one can stop me anymore. |
Surging winds cry out in despair.
Lying rain falls out of the sky. |
The fight, drenched in spilt blood--
A corpse that connects to my back. |
The distant memory of tomorrow... Your wrath is the same as pride.
The distant oath of yesterday... I decided to follow you. |
A lump of hate squirms in the night.
Voices whisper a song of sadness. |
There is no end to the fight.
If I stop I will not live on. |
The distant memory of tomorrow... Life that flows out onto the battlefield.
The distant oath of yesterday... Washed away by a requiem of rain. |
The distant memory of tomorrow... Your wrath is the same as pride.
The distant oath of yesterday... I decided to follow you. |
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