野火【WildFire】

Wrapped in biting wind

Hearts will never bleed

Frozen and banished

Out of grief

In their restless dreams

they try so hard to breathe

Pulses flutter and sting

Within this bleakness

Pain will come with the blade

Pain will wake up the despondent crowd in this dormant world somehow

Unsheathe a sword not to kill

Unsheathe a sword to rend those clouds above the ground

Wake up, it’s time to gather now

The only warmth remains in hands clasped so tight

The only fire exists in brave hearts

Seasons that refuse to change over the years

Will find their way back, back on track

We’ve made a choice

Go fight against your fate!

Pain will come with the blade

Pain will wake up the despondent crowd in this dormant world somehow

Unsheathe a sword not to kill

Unsheathe a sword to rend those clouds above the ground

Wake up, it’s time to gather now