Come, sink beyond the oblivion
Because it’s a lonely future, I reach out my hand alone
I cleared my mind and felt entirely omnipotent
I felt like a celebrity
Don’t you know me?
I do a strange loop here – the strongest fallen angel in history
The wound on my wrist I’ve cut myself still has not been healed, tingles with pain
I shall tell my blood to soar up high with the wind
Let it dye everything
Oh raging wind, go do your thing
And take me away out of this tainted space
Have no complaints where I will be even if it is maculate than where I am now
My wounds have yet to heal
It tingles and throbs
Oh, dripping blood
Soar in the sky
And dye everything
Come, wind, blow up a storm
Take me away
Even if you take me from here to someplace dirty, I won’t mind