This body, even if it disappears, its will remains, To the future you, it'll surely reach.
The repainted memories, Trembling and distorted, The entwinced threads, Embracing solitude, burning the unavoidable pain.
The butterfly lightly flapping its wings, Leaving a trajectory of light, crossing the horizon, The knights opposing God is surely advancing, not looking back, Even slipping through the eyes of the founder of time.
Those prayers seeking salvation will reach the stars, On the night when everyone finds something to protect
The repeated moments, Will soon change the world, The flow reversed, One butterfly, closed in a vortex of probabilities.
Repeatedly,faintly fluttering, Overcoming the law that was imprinted and forced upon them, The deicidal knights will search for the path to the demonic castle, The keys to the door lies in those hands and dreams.
The gap between eternity and infinity, The captured people, run away now, Break free, from the trap and loop by God's hands.
The butterfly lightly flapping its wings, Leaving a trajectory of light, crossing the horizon, The knights opposing God is surely confronting, looking up to fate, Even slipping through the eyes of the founder of time.