I'm standing at ( the ) graveyard, facing ( to ) one of them. And see the name of that. I know the dead. I know the name well We're mortal, we are so frail, like a trashy rusting nail In no time, we'll pass away.
What do you grieve for in dark and cold grave? I ask in hollow and get no answer. Why did you bleed for your greed? I kill my mind and kill the silence.
More cry will tell me I'm alive. And so you agonize Dive into troubled days I'm crying still in gloomy way and build your grievous grave. I dare to build the sorrows.
Why is the twilight flaring up so sadly to impress me? I feel it seems divinely. For your soul, I play requiem. Immortal thing is there maybe - - though I can not take it in my hand. I still long, struggle to be there.
What did you leave for me who be alone? Is that my sorrow that never fades out ( away )? No, I know what is that indeed. I see a light into your silence.
More cry will lead me to your side Someday, until I’m there I believe I will be there More stack your bleeding for your grave to be able to pride I build the grievous graves
I'm standing at ( the ) graveyard, facing ( to ) my fate. We're mortal, we are so frail, like at rashy rusting nail In no time, we'll pass away.
What do you grieve for in dark and cold grave? I ask in hollow and get no answer. Why did you bleed for your greed? I kill my mind and kill the silence.
More cry will tell me I'm alive. And so you agonize Dive into troubled days I'm crying still in gloomy way and build your grievous grave. I dare to build the sorrows.