Glory and Desire

From glory, down to an ordinary life, then back to the summit.

The sunset blazes anew, painting patterns across the sky.

Those intricate, beautiful, ancient vows

make the evil in the darkness seem so moving.

After losing everything, I remember again.

The mysterious power in my blood guides me.

I never wanted to get involved, yet my hands are stained with sin.

The Saint is crowned, standing atop a pile of corpses.

Behind the glory, desire smiles.

I no longer have the strength

to leave that place.