Under the dark ground, stands such a palace - the Palace of Hell.
Clusters of flames appeared around the red-haired man,
It burned his eyes and his body.
The proud man raised his long black hair,
His eyes are cold,
Shoot at people who are covered in wounds.
Gentle hands covered the silver-haired man's waist muscles,
The heart that is gradually drifting away is already shattered and ashes.
The wandering souls of the dead come to the world,
The beauty who lost her memory was abducted by the malicious embrace.
Familiar yet unfamiliar tenderness keeps appearing in purgatory.
The regretful protector puffed out his chest.
The powerful enemy puts an end to endless resentment,
The eyes he opened were filled with filth.