翻訳: Beatrik. Beatrìk.
翻訳: Beatrik. アポロニアの12月、第7回1647.
heart Ever was heard Something evil reigns supreme Only prayers are left for humans Prayers to a god who won't hear Because tonight is the night of Beatrik
The autumn is arrived All the forest?s trees seems as burned skeleton on the night The rain fall from the moon full of desperation on this time
The fullmoon, of late ethereal autumn Is the coldest and most melancholic All is dismal and void of life under this December?s moonlight This Requiem
A cryptic nightfall has now seized your eyes In the gloomy grimness the light of death awaits your soul See the arch of the deads that everyone
I'm standing here Looking at my sword Which reflects my troubled eyes, Eyes that have seen more than a man can see. So many battles I've fought
Now maybe her sadness is showered on this place Like the shroud is spread out on her face white by now She was so young and beautiful but so blue
If your soul hasn?t never found its peace So your feelings are close to mine Every night I dream this wished Nirvana It will begun only beyond
I spent my life in faraway dismal places I came back now, and I?m only waiting to die May I die down there Into my forests never forgotten Covered
Kiss my pale face and leave me for the last time Nobody will remember me, after your deat Ah, after your death They are tolling for me, this sad bells
I can feel angels and demons yet Contending my dying soul I can feel the cold northern wind yet Arriving to blow on my dust Do you know what I feel
翻訳: ベアトリス. BeatrÌk.
