Sore kara ochite kuru no wa ame da wa nakute-
what falls from the sky is not the rain.
Nuclear acid-spitted stars dot across a fathomless sky,
where the icy wails of broken mothers cry out for their children's unfinished dreams,
where drakness is eternal,
and light is so scarce to see.
A merry-go-round of bloodshed,
our earth,
our lives,
our very souls,
are naught but the devil's plaything.
BANG!
fire explodes into the air like painting debris and dying embers onto the canvas of history.
Maison de sang la lune-
my hands, your hands, stained with blood,
surrounded by these constant nightmares,
let the Harpies have your heart, you don't need it where you're going.
Isle de muerta,
Isle de muerta, I'll see you there, mon cherie,
and we will dance, pounding bass and blaring guitar, we will dance.
Mitsu to tsuba, me and you.
Ame,
ame,
ame.
Sore kara ochite kuru no wa ame da wa nakute.
I am so linguistic!