Red Sea of ​​Sin

Who says the night is not worth singing about? Even if there is boundless darkness before my eyes, The Long Night Club shelters all those who are down and out, The blood will take away the cold sincerity. The appearance of the old Eastern Palace has long been covered with dust, Deep in the heart of the earth sleeps benevolent gods, Three thousand years of grace turned into long winds and dispersed, Only the old tablets are left full of mourning and glory. The ruins of the western wasteland are buried with ruined temples, Broken stone pillars covered the barren thorn bushes, Resentment floats in the dusk, The stars weep in the evening breeze. In the depths of the long night, there is only the red color of sin.