Crushing fangs cut through the darkness.
A veil of fresh blood engulfs the shadows.
My fate devoted to the fight,
No one can stop me anymore.
Surging winds cry out in despair.
Lying rain falls out of the sky.
The fight, drenched in spilt blood--
A corpse that connects to my back.
The distant memory of tomorrow... Your wrath is the same as pride.
The distant oath of yesterday... I decided to follow you.
A lump of hate squirms in the night.
Voices whisper a song of sadness.
There is no end to the fight.
If I stop I will not live on.
The distant memory of tomorrow... Life that flows out onto the battlefield.
The distant oath of yesterday... Washed away by a requiem of rain.
The distant memory of tomorrow... Your wrath is the same as pride.
The distant oath of yesterday... I decided to follow you.