The Judge of all the beauty things,
Could you judge me, please,
Right now for all my weakness.
I will go to look what I can fix,
I’ll replace the hearts
Of suffering chests.
So…
Deep and low.
Is it bottom? No.
You need to fall down.
Wait…
For the fate,
Ringing soon or late.
That’s what I need now.
Drink,
You’re naive master. (X4).
The winter doesn’t want to run,
And the steely Sun
Still rings through icing.
And Margaret will never come,
I will pray for all,
That will be counted.
Where
Are you… where?!
I can see your steps
On whitest cover.
Getting angry!
I looked for escape,
But I can’t find them.
Drink,
You’re naive master. (X7).
Casting lots…
Right in my bones,
It’s a carefully fear.
Dear God,
That is so hard,
All the sounds are not that clear.