Twins Funeral Song

That's a story from a flower I see the night watchman closing his eyes at dawn I hear forgotten gods singing from the past I witnessed the gorgeous paintings appearing on the dream wings I lament the soaring dragon and weep at dawn The blood-stained wings will be broken from now on, and the dead god will sleep forever The rotten trees come to life, and the vermilion feathers fall to the earth The fire will burn the embers of the dead The blood will soak the remains of the living Since then, all illusions have bid farewell to their past Thus, the twin flowers destroyed their future Only with this book can I offer a funeral song to this twin flower.