When mechas and superpowers collide, when the gods of the world appear again.
The stairs built by our ancestors with flesh and blood
You will climb step by step
The existence of God is no longer a legend
They will wake up and slaughter
For all the people I love
Kill them, behead them!
So what is the final outcome for you and me?
We only know how to protect
The blood of magic runs through us
The secrets of alchemy live forever in our brains
Lord, my Lord!
Where are you from? Where do you go from?
Your sun and moon flywheel, your nine turns of reincarnation.
Kiss my cheek and fly away like a white dove.
Proud eagle, soaring in the sky.
The God-King is no longer merciful and the angels are no longer beautiful.
The gods are dying, hold on to your gun
There is only a corpse on the throne. Hold your sword tightly.
Gods are not immortal, hold on to your sword.
Spray your wrath on the world, a name God was never meant to have.
Dye the flag red with the blood of God and create miracles in the name of man.
The roar in the wilderness is the response of the ancestors.
"Dye the throne red with flesh and blood."
"Thousands of stars will fall"
Purpose: Write your own story