The die is cast
His lament sows the seeds,
grown with tears, then broom with the snow...

The sky stopped crying, and the time has come
the songs of rain never solace his pain

Holding a blade, and tortured by regret
he's fascinated with the justice of clay

Under the blue stars, he cursed himself...
he wished to be a hand of ash

Only in the heat, I feel the life
We're alive on the thousands of deaths

Just in the refrain, we lose the heart
so please bring the end

I'll never be forgiven...
Cannnot go back to the calm
now I'm living for suffering

Howling at the bright moon
I embrace myself
This is my crusade

Only in the heat, you forget the crime?
even what justice is, what truth is...

the precious is fragile
so we can cherish it with any pain

I'll never be forgiven...
Cannot go back to the calm
now I'm living for suffering

Howling at the bright moon
I embrace myself
This is my crusade

you're too tender
don't suffer to leave your life
you're forgiven
you can leave the cage

If you with to wither
Let it rain and let you rise
I'll pray for you
This is my crusade...