Crusade

The thoughts I raised seem to break off and disappear into a drop
The faint imagination of the darkening lily turns into blood as I doze off

DEATH VOICELESS BLOOD
It pours coldy down like rain onto the dead body

This red, flowing blood
Is it sacred? Is it destiny?

They let blood flow under Jahwe
This dirty world which believed in and prayed for the fantasy called love
Is going to die out

The figure, adorned in decadence and destruction
Is waving gorgeously
Is this world, getting dyed in decadence and destruction
The world I've wished for?

The broken... body
The broken... mind

DAZE SENSELESS BLOOD
The ground of the holy war
The image of Maria
A stagnant pool of confessions

A trick changed the ideas of having no right or wrong
The heart's reasons were changed in the trap of the invasion

They kept killing under John*
Believed in, prayed for the fantasy called justice
This stained scenery turns into a sea of blood

The thoughts I raised seem to break off and disappear into a drop
The faint imagination of the darkening lily turns into blood as I doze off

The broken... fragments
Broken... I am

Everything of the thoughts that become delicate is getting turned and twisted
My wings are completely torn off

Even the sky that shines in through the gap between the raised fingers is getting distorted
The piling up days are just depressed
I can't even see my future

The broken... bullet
The broken... explosive
I am... broken
Broken.. me is...