Down a black forest...

There's a snowfield which was stained with crimson blood

That was the empty blank an old lad looked down at

That was the lonely canvas which drew by despairs

 

He suffered from diseases which doesn't reaches wills

And the lad was forsaken from all...

The lad drew curious stares from people laughing at

Deluge of impulse, and became a scapegoat

 

Anathematic chains of primeval time

Beckon into an abyssal underneath

In the snowfield dying red by innocent blood

Black woods stand still on a submontane space

 

When lining walls of the distraught psyche screams

He buried under snows trumbling down

His saddend soul was shots by callous bullets

The voice of flounder soul sinks into the blood

The voice of pain veins out by the blizzard

Endless barrages deter him

The cold blizzard takes all in and freezes him

The voice of flounder soul sinks into the blood

 

So he's in the grips of this damnatory fate and the endless karma

Even if throws off them, they gather around him

Though he wishes extrication...

So he's in the grips of this damnatory space and the reaper

Even if throws off them, they assault him

Though he wishes abdication...

 

War-torn blood creeped on snow and drew a red glacier

There was named "Bloodstained Snowfield"

 

Surrendered injured soldiers bind on ruins

Flames of execution is burning out, burning out them all...

The pillbox on snow that silence of death visits at

Combat vehicles squashing all flesh and

She gathers her child and is sobbing

She is singing undirected cradlesongs

 

When lining walls of the distraught psyche screams

He buried under snows trumbling down

His saddend soul was shots by callous bullets

The voice of flounder soul sinks into the blood

The voice of pain veins out by the blizzard

Endless barrages deter him

The cold blizzard takes all in and freezes him

The voice of flounder soul sinks into the blood

 

So he's in the grips of this damnatory fate and the endless karma

Even if throws off them, they gather around him

Though he wishes extrication...

So he's in the grips of this damnatory space and the reaper

Even if throws off them, they assault him

Though he wishes abdication...

 

“ Disease which doesn't reaches any will

The lad suffering from the disease was forsaken

He draws curious stares and becomes a scapegoat

He was at the mercy of the eroded disease ”

 

(Tears gush from voids... Grief gush from voids...)

(Hymn gush from voids... Scream gush from voids...)

 

The imagined hope is gone

Future was collapsed lamely

Darkness of conflict crossing sobs and angers

Shattered dream takes my oxygen

 

“ The lad who was at a loss once

He felt despairs about own loneliness and future

And stares in hollow looks the snowfield

which doesn't reflects any hopes ”

 

“ The snowfield became an anathematic fixed landscape

There was the lonely lad who became

a standing statue has been standing on... ”

 

Even if he flees to further away

The hope is lacerated, put bullets in him

The debilitated body is turned to the field

Can't he reverses this unforgiving fate?

He is taken back to the snowfield again

By the endless interference

When the mind exceeds a permitted value

The host's consciousness crashed as silence

 

When this inner sky finally cracked, the ground also cracked,

Everything slips out the wall of crevasse leading into hell

 

Chaos and deep cracks are spreading out

Ruins and corpses are slipping out

Behold, what's the things that comes running out of under the dark?

Behold, how long should the lad be crying out?

 

Behold...

 

While I'm gazing the sky drifting further away

And am embraced in dark of death sinking down on

Debris floating on the air, even the imagined future

Everything is swallowed by the ringent hole

 

And the darkness is inviting him...

 

“ Down a black bottom...

There's darkness of insanity and awaits a visitant.... ”