The Heart Is Covered with Dust and the Sword Falls into the Wasteland

They were looking at the stars in the distance, the sorrow of fire and blood intertwined with the sighs of time. At that time, you, me and them were all sailing into the long gray in silent silence, with no one making a sound. Let me ask, who crowns God? The desperate are groaning, but no one is roaring; the arrogant are on top, despising the world. When everything returns to killing, eternity is reborn into God in destruction. Ask for the sword and ask for your heart. In this deserted land.