The heaven-sent child of time is thinking of its fateless master What is that heart gazing at, where is it turning to?

The clock's hands of contempt are quietly ticking away. Without a lie, twisting fate, I offer that blood.

The princess is drowning in an overflowing pool of fear This skin is white and transparent like snow

The different tones of the crimson moon are duplicated by the eyes The elegant but shortlived figure is like a fleeting bird

Revius. The follower's whispering, the returning breath is widening that darkness. Revius. That lovable country, that deeply crimson country I swear not to part from it

Revius. Cut up the illusionary fate With the shining knife in that hand. Revius. The eternally continuing night is decorated with wine of blood.

Revius. Returning together, to the days without impurity. Again, that recollection. Revius. And then, let us wish for the dream you desire. Life and death, in this interval.