We shall rise with the eternal blaze
In countless flames, light entwine dark.
We shall wallow in the rupture of grief and sorrow,
As the wind is still blowing and chasing us.

Thy keeps us up
Between the serenity and wings broken inside.
Oh, the innocence, a winters' dawn,
The bloodred sky weeps, so long.
Ashes of memories, sullen snow-covered horizons of
mindland;
And boundless forsaking..

The eerie fog hides thy blessing the child,
The funereal lamentation screams by the mother's woe;
The flute of silence which left
With solitude.

We shall rise
And our wings will be broken again
(and turn into),
We will rise and enthrone
With her blessed child