Night falls and the moon shines the stage.
I'll dance alone.
This is an epic of shadow,an unknown tale
and a memory never to be told.
For those who belong to earth
and pray on their knees tonight ,
I've restrained a dragon's time
by striking the roots deeply
into the darkness of the being.　
Holding your breath, you wait in the closed forest.
As you've known what cutting off the covering ivy
and taking off the wedge means.
Carrying the body stricken by thorns, you rise.
Unabled to break the inflicting force,
you howl into the air where dragons roar far away,
but cannot be heard.
Someday you'll return to the serene blue sky.
The pulses wriggling and tracing
the circulation of the blood in my body
lurk into the abyss.
Holding your breath, you wait inside me.
It's the fate of the being enving the bound body.
At the pool of a dark fountain,
the moon shines the water surface.
It reflects my figure.
The music played tonight is an unknown waltz
and a melody never to be sung.
You yearn for the land calling
primitive memories to mind.
So far is the heavenｓ coloured with sparkling stars.
In a miniature garden where the dragon howls
the sigh bursts into intence flames.
Wandering alone in the depths
of the dence forest day after day,
ｙou believe your finding the way.
You attempt to restrain what hidden in the bind of the wings and return to the sky.
The far away land where twin-headed dragons fly
has unchanged since the anicient times.
You die for the promised day when the moon dyes red,　and burnt tears roll down the cheeks.
Carrying the body stric [...]

Night falls and the moon shines the stage.
I'll dance alone.
This is an epic of shadow,an unknown tale
and a memory never to be told.
For those who belong to earth
and pray on their knees tonight ,
I've restrained a dragon's time
by striking the roots deeply
into the darkness of the being.　
Holding your breath, you wait in the closed forest.
As you've known what cutting off the covering ivy
and taking off the wedge means.
Carrying the body stricken by thorns, you rise.
Unabled to break the inflicting force,
you howl into the air where dragons roar far away,
but cannot be heard.
Someday you'll return to the serene blue sky.
The pulses wriggling and tracing
the circulation of the blood in my body
lurk into the abyss.
Holding your breath, you wait inside me.
It's the fate of the being enving the bound body.
At the pool of a dark fountain,
the moon shines the water surface.
It reflects my figure.
The music played tonight is an unknown waltz
and a melody never to be sung.
You yearn for the land calling
primitive memories to mind.
So far is the heavenｓ coloured with sparkling stars.
In a miniature garden where the dragon howls
the sigh bursts into intence flames.
Wandering alone in the depths
of the dence forest day after day,
ｙou believe your finding the way.
You attempt to restrain what hidden in the bind of the wings and return to the sky.
The far away land where twin-headed dragons fly
has unchanged since the anicient times.
You die for the promised day when the moon dyes red,　and burnt tears roll down the cheeks.
Carrying the body stricken by thorns, you rise.
Unabled to break the inflicting force,
you howl into the air where the dragons roar far away, but cannot be heard.
You yearn and pray for the day
when you return to the serene blue sky.