I see in front of me Deadly rising moon Above the trees I seek in memory Sketch I’ve made in dreams With you and me
But colors fade Thoughts insane Blade is thin Life in vain In the garden Of the sinners Roses born to Die in blame I can see In your eyes Shadow grim Of endless night Cut by silver blade of scythe is Petals slowly falling
To the ground Spin me round and round My sweet flower of misery Now we are bound Merry go round My last midsummer madness is your fault Your fault!
I’m falling again Bleeding again In cold darkness I’m falling again Falling again In love (In wrath)
I’m Falling again Bleeding again In cold darkness I’m falling again Falling again
Fireflies is Dancing in the air You touch me everywhere My sweet flower of misery Let’s make a sound Merry go round My last midsummer madness is your fault
In thrall of radiant moon My scythe is still desecrate I cut these roses in bloom And how this cruel their (your) fate
Now roughly rip up the seam My blood and yours going blend We will go under a scene Until the time is come to an end La la la~ Ah~ Time is come to an end