A night sky full of cries

The contract, is it worth the price?
A soul pledged to the darkness
Now I've lost it
I know I can kill
The truth lies just beyond the gate

The morning dew takes on your form,
Deceased soul, awaken towards tomorrow,
That fate of darkness intersecting light,
A certain destiny to continue to the very end.


Lift the palanquin and in this place
Let ring an incantation from an old drawing,
An old spell used in ancient times.


If the four seasons continue to change, with these old texts
We will reach that sensual passion of those ancient times.
If they say they will destroy my body along with my magic,
I will hide myself within the lotus flowers and escape with my life.


Shining brilliantly all the way to the blue water’s surface,
Transient lives overlap my body in white
For thousands of dawns.


The evening dew wears a white cloak of illusion,
Staring at the sky’s color stained in darkness.


Lift up the dawn, old magic
Like the picture scrolls of ancient times,
Now paint the brilliant sky.


The four seasons, the flowers of fate take color,
Arcane magic squares that change the hearts of people.
If they say even my body is to be destroyed along with my magic,
With you now I’ll hide my body, and escape with my life.


My long reaching locks of hair swinging and shimmering,
With you my beloved I now press against,
Our bodies burning away.


If the four seasons continue to pass, with the imprint of
Sensual passion these old picture scrolls will change even the world.
If with their hearts they say my body must be destroyed,
Until the very end I will escape with at least my life alone.


If the four seasons continue to change, with these old texts
We will reach that sensual passion of those ancient times.
If they say they will destroy my body along with my magic,
I will hide myself within the lotus flowers and escape with my life.


Shining brilliantly all the way to the blue water’s surface,
Transient lives overlap my body in white
For thousands of dawns.


If the four seasons continue to change, that sensual passion…


Through the four seasons the flower of fate takes color…

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