Searching for the Cave in the Dust, Sad Wind

This is a gilded age, with prosperity and decline every year. Have you ever witnessed, The hatred of the old king buried among the bizarre cities. Have you listened, The siren elegy sung in the deep, traceless sorrow? The setting sun sinks like blood, A few people gain true knowledge of the world in this panic. Leading mankind from the shadows in the hope of salvation. In the bottomless abyss, Boys and girls from all over the world gather here They put on masks, The purpose is to kill the resurrected King.