歌詞

A pale, white body in crimson clothes

Tonight, who knows what hat it chose?

One scream, two screams rising high

And only the wandering soul will fly

Who is the stranger by my side?

Not knowing once could cost a life

Each time our fated paths align

A sickness wakes that never heals in time

In this fleeting world, to “be” is fate

The foolish young know not what’s erased

So crowds of people truly dread

The black void waiting past the end

The proud know nothing of the heart

The base know nothing of the art

And all who live know nothing still

Of death, yet walk toward it by their will