As madness has been captured by your subjectivity, a superior butterfly begins to talk in the epitaph's voice.
What does the dead end have to show? As soon as you find that out, your smile immediately starts to twist and then fade away.
Extending straight into the sky, those countless invisible orbs are closely tied to the noble alchemy. The lineage of your blood represents death. What lies ahead of the puppet strings is--
Your transient existence has strayed again and again. The mellow church mass will someday awaken.
As soon as you chase that shadow luring your instincts, you will wrap yourself in a veil of motherly warmth, and then crumble away.
A spiral, unreachable by any voice, has been locked away by a strange ceremony. As you joyously sketch out some light, those patterns look so mysterious. The magic circle now begins to talk--
Extending straight into the sky, those countless invisible orbs are closely tied to the noble alchemy. The lineage of your blood represents death. What lies ahead of the puppet strings is--