The moonlight, which exposes sadness Coldly illuminated Despair and the future That are friendly with each other within the darkness
Turning the secret that you gave me into a sign I go through the silence of the pale night
Lacrimosa Once more, I want to love the glaringly bright world That shattered in the distance and vanished Hide your dream in your eyes Until tears come falling Onto your sullied heart
The phantom carriage parts the darkness And goes toward where the light is The trap known as dreams Lures us toward the flames
No shout of any sort will reach The merciless gods above the sky Lacrimosa…
We’ll be the blazing firewood And seem to burn away the sky someday
Lacrimosa I want to fearlessly love the blood-soaked world That I was born in Rather than being forgiven, forgive and believe in me Count the number of lachrymose days On the sullied earth
orangeheadtwins · Wed Jan 12, 2011 @ 02:19am · 0 Comments |