In my closed eyes, I could see nothing but falsehood
My destiny is entangled in mistakes
I close my eyes and offer my praying to the deep blue darkness
I kneel down, holding my hands tight as the wounds of stigmata engrave upon my body
Oh, the frozen eye that belongs to the God of Destruction, thirsted for tears of blood
Covering the night, shrouding the sun, with thy gigantic jaw
Oh, the sound of the fluttering tiny wings, they still embrace the name of the blowing wind
Even though they know their prayers would never reach the faraway places
Nevertheless, people still sing their screaming of chaotic fates
Oh, the flickering locus of blades, testament of blood is already dead
Drawing the night, seizing the sun, with those arrows of flame that pierce through everything
Oh, the ancient words of fading colors, they still turn the cogs of passing time
Even though the promises they want to express for eternity would never be granted
Nevertheless, people still sketch the flame of their undying lives
My destiny is entangled in mistakes
I close my eyes and offer my praying to the deep blue darkness
I kneel down, holding my hands tight as the wounds of stigmata engrave upon my body
Oh, the frozen eye that belongs to the God of Destruction, thirsted for tears of blood
Covering the night, shrouding the sun, with thy gigantic jaw
Oh, the sound of the fluttering tiny wings, they still embrace the name of the blowing wind
Even though they know their prayers would never reach the faraway places
Nevertheless, people still sing their screaming of chaotic fates
Oh, the flickering locus of blades, testament of blood is already dead
Drawing the night, seizing the sun, with those arrows of flame that pierce through everything
Oh, the ancient words of fading colors, they still turn the cogs of passing time
Even though the promises they want to express for eternity would never be granted
Nevertheless, people still sketch the flame of their undying lives