Pain like a lost pain
do not cry for anyone, no one
the last mortal world against the dark redemption NIP
emptiness of his world as ephemeral as the desire of the past dance
go ravens crying
City of hands slowly fights carnage!
fear leaves
dancing was the last time broken storm
Well, that illusion of emptiness raven NIP?
the end
is helpless red shadow ...
Now since the past is dying
suffer
painful revenge...