Like an angel who has forsaken sympathy, Rise up, young boy, and make yourself a legend!
Blue skies and beckoning winds... Are trying to open the door of your heart. But you're gazing at me as if you cannot see; You just stand there, smiling vacantly.
Your eyes hold such innocence; You're blind to the fate that will soon come to pass. But it's summoning you with a touch like a sigh; You seek it without knowing why.
But, someday, I know that you will be awakened... And your eyes will finally see. These wings on your back are just waiting to guide you; The future will soon set you free!
This cruel thesis, a spiteful angel's litany, Will soon soar from the window of your destiny. White-hot pathos, a desecrated symphony; Stay true to this and don't betray your memory!
Come now, reach out - you must embrace reality! Rise up, young boy, and make yourself a legend!
You've slept for ever-so-long... Embraced in affection and cradled with care. But with morning's approach comes an echoing cry; It tells you to wave your dreams goodbye.
And the moon is shining above; It wishes to show just how fragile you are. You're so frail and slight in its silvery light; Our fate is not one we can fight.
But, someday, I hope that we'll be reunited... If that is what's destined to be. Perhaps we'll discover that elusive Bible, And then we will finally be free!
This cruel thesis, a spiteful angel's mockery, Will bring with it the sorrow of futility. Hold on tightly and do not lose vitality; You must wake up, for now the dream is history!
Come now, reach out - you must embrace humanity! Rise up, young boy, and make yourself a legend!
Love is the thread of the story that's woven... Of future and present and past. I may not ever ascend to the heavens, But I know my love will still last!
This cruel thesis, a spiteful angel's litany, Will soon soar from the window of your destiny. White-hot pathos, a desecrated symphony; Stay true to this and don't betray your memory!