Maybe birth was a mistake
Maybe appearing is a kind of sadness
Godless pupils, cold body
The truth has been hidden by sin, and lies are helpless.
The terrible fate we bear, our hands stained with blood
Inky black is forever
Invisible route, endless nightmare
Light and shadow can only perish
My fingers cannot touch the warmth, only a trace of memory remains
There is only darkness left in the world, the light no longer exists
Fear invades the heart and the strong shell fades away