Carving a path out as we go
Across the lands frozen by moonlight,
An era of destruction and rebirth begins.

Shouldering freedom heavily,
We chose the path without a road,
And cross into the sunset more dazzling than even midday.

As if narrating a dream, the ship of time moves on,
And beyond that dark road is a new dawn.

We surely must have been born from the arms of darkness,
And as if suffering from unrequited love,
We wander towards the light,
While from this path that stretches on endlessly
There is no way to return.

Confused in our survival,
And in fear of death,
Our breaths are laden with sorrow.

Their cries fading in the solitude,
Sucking on tears,
Everyone roams about the wilderness alone.

Those shining white flowers are they the dreams of the moon?
From beyond the smouldering hill, they sparkle and beckon us on.

We clear our ears in the neverending music resounding in our hearts,
And even if we should be like grains of sand,
And disappear in the wind in an instant,
We will continue travelling on this endless path
To the other side of the wilderness.

We surely must have been born from the arms of darkness,
And as if suffering from unrequited love,
We are led on by the light,
While from this path that stretches on endlessly
There is no way to return.
To beyond...