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!
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.
Blood clouds the seasoned of eyes.
Who will decide?
Choosing a life of regret
To never look back.
The ending is here!
Decide the fate
To be the last of the great