In the revolution night

On the night of the uprising
On the night foretold
Who should we trust?
Who should we choose?

On the night of the uprising
On the night foretold
Who should we believe?
Who should we bear hatred for?

Straying from this night's path means betrayal

On the night of the uprising
On the night foretold
Who will be the last one laughing?
What should we mourn?

On the night of the uprising
On the night foretold
Who will wail?
What should we destroy?

Straying from this night's path means betrayal
But our hands are already stained in the color of regret

Swaying in the raging wind, the flower petals
Descend from the skies like night's butterflies
My eyes only see the bird that waves its wings
Entrusted with the everlasting flame

Once we will choose our path those bells will ring from far away
The strike from the distance now echoes in our ears
I don't want a false king if we don't have a future in the first place
With your hands on the trigger, keep your vow
Waiting for the dawn on the night of the uprising

Who is just?
Who can say what is righteous to do?
The questions are left to float adrift in the nothingness, no answer echoing, except for the grieving bells

History is always by the winner's side
Striking down its victims until only the whispers of the wind will remain

Who is our real enemy?
Where is the real king?
Is there a glimmer of hope in this swaying world?
Ah... Where is the paradise?

Suddenly, the wind flips over the dice of fate
Yesterday's laughs and joy are now buried under the dirt
I don't need those who put their trust into a god, If there's a future to believe in
Our bundle of vows will not fall apart, but it will give us hope

In the burning twilight that long-gone night will only be an evanescent dream...