The interpretation of a world without pain.

Angels would sing

The light of their song reaching brave to bold

Young and the old

Of a new hope rising!

The angelic decree of the heavenly beasts

The angels deceased

Shadow becomes the one that was made

To manifest a new age

An old hope dying!

(chorus)

The brittle knife cascades

Sending the dust to their graves.

Escaping the past they realize at last

This is everything.

Victory that war taught the young

Would blought out the sun. 

Creeping, the frail hide their face

As the stars all decay. 

Moving closer!

Blood clouds the seasoned of eyes.

Who will decide?

Choosing a life of regret

To never look back.

The ending is here!

(chorus)

Who

Can

Decide the fate

Of those

Built

To be the last of the great

Run!

Hide!

Die!

(chorus)