Doomsday
The pretty moon smilesThe quiet night sneersOnce more I mutterYour name...
Above scattered glass,A cold wind dancesI am awaiting your returnBefore I drift into sleep...
My screaming voice resoundsAnd I hold your unforgivable sins
I saw your dreamThe dream you can't wake up fromWhile leaning against the window,I softly embrace the moon
Your screaming voice is interruptedMy unforgivable crimes continueYour chest, your arms, your voice... your everythingUntil we love each other, until it drives us insane, I hold you, who I love too muchI'm destroyed again and again...
Does it reach you now?His tender voiceCan you see it?These arms dyed red...
While trembling, that last voice disappearsWhile weeping for our unforgivable crimesTransient dreams, sorrowful dreams, painful dreams announce the endTo gentle dreams, to beloved dreams, like that day, like that time...