ai furueru ai sore wa wakare uta
hirou hone mo moetsukite nureru hada mo tsuchi ni kaeru
kouya o hashiru shinigami no retsu kuroku yugande makka ni moeru
ai inochi no ai, chi no iro wa daichi ni sutete
arata naru toki o hiraku ka iki nokoru ai senshi tachi
kouya o hashiru shinigami no retsu kuroku yagande makka ni moeru
shi ni yuku otoko tachi wa mamoru beki onna tachi ni,
shi ni yuku onna tachi wa ai suru otoko tachi e
nani o kakeru no ka... nani o nokosu no ka...
I pray, pray, to bring down a New Day...
ai kanashimi no ai, ima wa nokoru dake
na o shiranu, senshi o uchi, iki nobite chihedo o haku
hayate no gotoki shingami no retsu, aragau sube wa waga te ni wa nai
shi ni yuku otoko tachi wa mamoru beki onna tachi ni, shi ni yuku onna tachi
wa ai suru otoko tachi e
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tatakau otoko tachi wa furusato no onna tachi ni tatakau onna tachi wa,
shinjiru otoko tachi ni
nani o kakeru no ka... nani o nokosu no ka...
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I pray, pray to bring near the New Day
Grief, trembling grief
That is a song of parting
Even the tired bones burn away
Even the dampened flesh returns to dust
Running through the wilderness, the line of death gods
Warps darkly and burns bright red
Grief, the grief of living
The color of blood is left on the earth
Are they beginning a new time,
The surviving soldiers of grief?
Running through the wilderness, the line of death gods
Warps darkly and burns bright red
The dying men
To the women they should protect
The dying women
To the men who love them
What do they write to them? What do they leave them?
I pray, pray to bring near the new day
Grief, the grief of sadness
Now it's all that's left
Shooting unnamed soldiers
Surviving, they cough up blood
The line of death gods is like the wind
The means to defy them are not in our hands
The dying men
To the women they should protect
The dying women
To the men who love them
The fighting men
To the women at home
The fighting women
To the men who believe in them
What do they write to them? What do they leave them?
I pray, pray to bring near the new day