歌詞

The wind weaves a melody

Through the streets of memory

Beyond the snow, I see devotion shine

Surrounded by mist, embraced by trees

Underneath the starlit sky

A faint hope glows, a gentle guiding light

Betelgeuse shines so bright tonight

It’s me from six hundred forty-two years ago

Guarded by darkness, incarnate of the lower world

I throw myself into the lair of decadence

Lightning of hatred pulses in my chest

Holding the planet’s magma, I pierce the heavens

With the sword of corrupted desire

I hear the bells resound within my heart

At the edge of life, I reflect the future

Everything vanishes, all turns to nothing

Facing fear, I entrust my love

Still in bud, to the unknown

The dreams Ichthyostega painted

Reach me three hundred sixty-five million years later

Guarded by darkness, the lone knight wanders

Seeking the true answer, heading to the sacred land of sorrow

The heart that pierces suffering beats along a path

Tearing through the earth, a mighty power

I bear it in myself, stepping toward tomorrow

Guarded by darkness, incarnate of the lower world

I throw myself into the lair of decadence

Lightning of hatred pulses in my chest

Holding the planet’s magma, embracing the cosmos

The sword of corrupted desire reaches the infinite peak

All fades to nothing, yet the dream remains

A spark of devotion, a pulse in time

From ancient echoes to tomorrow’s light

I walk the path, wielding desire and hope alike