Ali Project

黙示録前戯 (Mokushiroku Zengi, Apocalyptic Fo

I pierce the cloudy darkness
As my wounds get wet in the colours
When your fingers dig out
The coldness of the warmth, I will know

The flowers bloom in the mud
Even in the places my feet stepped on
When I want to cling onto them
Will I understand my lonely heart?

The cradle of the sun
Continues to dazzle our eyes
It seems to be torn apart in the membrane of the moonlight
Although it was peacefully confined in it

The flames of burning to death
Are always dancing on top of my skin
They were just born, as if I owed a crime

Come now, vomit your spit, you should speak ill of me
Even if it's right in my disgraced face
This me just smiles
You say that it's stupid, and I will just want you to laugh
And fear nothing at all
Like the king of the Messiah

Drowning, I grab onto your wrists
As I chant and repent for my sins

There are so many jewels being worn
So that they look like cracks in a broken mirror
Before the ugliness of truth
Is exposed again, I understand it

Although love is said to be only a thing
I wish and want to reach it directly
But it is where hell faces towards pureness

Come now, send out your voice, you need to scream
At that moment, it was as if
The world had ended
You say that it's beautiful, and tell me it's the end
I crumble down
Buried with your body

Fluttering down to our deaths
With the ash-coloured bones of the angel's wings

Come now, vomit your spit, you should speak ill of me
Even if it's right in my disgraced face
This me just smiles
Come now, raise your voice, you need to scream
At this moment, it is as if
The world is being reborn

Sinking, I grab onto your ankles
I will teach you when you see the light