Futurist

A pledge of the revolution which intersected in the spreading twilight
Nobody can make it obscure

The lie which the traitor told
It changes to despair
The world which I know some day will be burning
What is required is to make a loud sound?
In order to wake the lambs which are sleeping
Even if they do not notice
The day will come

This is judgment
There is no room for condemnation
Only the right to receive a crime is left behind to you
And demise draws near

Cut your throat and offer your blood to the ground

The old man who lost eyes and had the tongue extracted asks forgiveness
Even a saint does not understand the meaning
As the place sees dawn, my flesh collapses
As the place sees dawn, your flesh collapses

Don't trust yourself
You can do nothing and can create nothing
You must continue remaining in this place
Only left to die in a closed-minded world

The old man who lost eyes and had the tongue extracted asks forgiveness
Even a saint does not understand the meaning
As the place sees dawn, my flesh collapses
As the place sees dawn, your flesh collapses
This is judgment
This is judgment all for you