RIARU ga hibiwarete yuku memai no naka NANI GA MIETA? kimi no kanaderu uta wa shi e no INBITEESHON
nemurisamasu ma ni fukaku ugomeku karamiau unmei to kokoro ni tsume wo tateru The Hymn To Death
Dryness is cured and it is a former, is nothing needed if filled with it? mawaridasu owari no mienai nibui itami to tomo ni maku ga agatte yuku
YUME to utsusu ga majiwaru torokeru naka NANI GA MIERU? kimi ga utsushita kako wa shi e no UVATUURE
namanurui kodou washizukami suru norowareshi juujika to inori ni kudakareru The Ball Of Death
Present I can really do what? One useless only by wishing he wants to return. uzukumari me wo oou hima mo nai MARIONETTO semete ito wo tachikiru n da
Present I can really do what? One useless only by wishing he wants to return. uzukumari me wo oou hima mo nai MARIONETTO semete ito wo tachikitte
Dryness is cured and it is a former, is nothing needed if filled with it? mawaridasu owari no mienai nibui itami to tomo ni maku ga agatte yuku
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Reality's crumbling away what did I saw when I was in that trance? The poem you're reciting is an invitation to death
It wriggles deeply when it awakens from its slumber The Hymn to Death claws into my heart and the fate it is bounded in
To quench one's thirst and revert back - when that happens, would that be enough? The curtain rises along with this repeating little pain that I don't know when it stops
Dreams and reality merge what can I see when I was transfixed? The history you read out is an overture to death
It grips tight my lukewarm heartbeat The Ball of Death smashed apart by a cursed cross and its prayers
What can my present self able to do? I guess just wishing for home is useless. I got on my knees but no time to even cover my eyes this marionette just wants to break free from its strings
What can my present self able to do? I guess just wishing for home is useless. I got on my knees but no time to even cover my eyes this marionette just wants to break free from its strings and
To quench one's thirst and revert back - when that happens, would that be enough? The curtain rises along with this repeating little pain that I don't know when it stops