What truths exists within the clockwork of our...
if not the evil machinations of cruel Gods...

His last words linger
as faint yet resonating echoes...

The skies were illuminated
by the blinding radiance...

With a dominating calm, sing
O Princess of the Moon...

Scarlet torrents of stained water
rushed down the wheel of infinity...

Brother,
O Brother of mine...

Ash rains down on us
as the world crumbles into nothingness...

Forgive me, beloved for...
Forgive me for my hunger...

It left too soon.
Spring comes closer...

O dreadful mirror that hides my shame
locked in a misty reflection illuminated...

Why do we cling to the womb
of a mother we pollute...

Once, we clung to each other
in a cradle of broken bones...