I personally tore up our bond
as Judgment, hanging it up...
In a nameless fable, speak of the sinners'
Darkness, shade and fear
The demonic flock revives
Beckon the settled border
At the end of time, there's a dead end town
And the laughter of gods of death
Even if I atone, even if I recompense
In the definition of bodily death
Did you see? Did you say?
I mourn it with error
Holding the life I must protect
I believed that the weight is love
It's the tactic for corruption, but if it's a betrayal
trust of a heart
So that it won't touch my precious world
mind as Judgment
Give up! You know! Give up!