Survive the next day, when you cry In the shattered moonless howling sky, In a land of blackened bleeding remorse And all shadows dance around. Leave yourself alone: light will never call A breath in loudness of war. Burn my home, my throne: light will never call A shine in eyes of mine... Survive the next day, when you cry Your shadows dance around And leave yourself... That's for my life: setting aim in a fool way Ruling the strife, browse in the pain 'til the last day Sharpen the knife, twisting the rain like a God's pary Breaking your wish, fearing the light of the next day. Life is the blood, dreaming the death of this fool way obsessions near walk on the bound of the last day. I hate the sun of the next day!