The Fury of the Raging Tears of The Weak and the Last Lullaby of Fire's.
Hereby my body—
I rest with dreams.
We find solace, laments, and Sang.
O hear my last lullaby,
for you, my eternal love… and my land.
Oh fate,
how long must we endure..
the hard winds of reality?
The sun shines its darkness now,
bested by gluttony and pride.
Where shall we set our hearts, now?
Our love for this land—
beauty, glory, and misery—
still here,
though our bodies are nowhere.
Just like those people–
behind the high walls,
their hearts are nowhere.
the high walls, it's their fears and weak heart,
we wonder everyday,
will the walls...ever burn with their Sins?
O my love, listen—this is not a dream nor a nightmares that will end,
this is the fate of sinners in the beautiful cage.
Where the sun’s darkness judges our spirit of fighting,
where Devils dance with the fear of poverty,
where they feast upon our hard labor,
upon the sweat of our souls and the tears of our bones.
WHERE the Devils slay us everyday, without the fear of fate.
And we cry with solace,
who shall bear the weight of their sins,
when even the devils, trembles beneath their sins.
idc about grammar mistake.
