The Angel of Sorrow is born...my red moon is aflame

My 6^th sense a sleeping possibility…I draw it out…awake

Innocent and alienated angel – the soul screaming from within a cage

The reactivating moon suits the deep night

If being born is indeed a sin, then where do I belong?

The unsupressable transformations cannot be stopped…

[Run after & run away]  Midnight mutant heat

[Run after & run away]  Chains fastened tightly

[Run after & run away]  Lost self-control

[Run after & run away]  Waning consciousness

Human keep making the same mistakes. My future looks very dark.

For sleep is good, but Death is better still.

Is the best never to be born at all?

The moon shines very bright and clear tonight.

…And be flooded by moonlight. Shout at the top of my voice.

More light… more… more!!

If being born is indeed a sin, then I belong nowhere

The unsupressable transformations cannot be stopped…

[Run after & run away]  Midnight mutant heat

[Run after & run away]  Chains fastened tightly

[Run after & run away]  Lost self-control

[Run after & run away]  Waning consciousness

[Run after & run away]

I wept in my freedom and loneliness…

[This blood was born by sinful people]