"Thorn Tears"
To the damp sky, which looked as if it had lost hope
The words exchanged are all like foreigners
Time carves itself deeply into the towering ramparts
Oh, faithful soul, lead me to eternity
Does heaven flutter down and delight in mischief?
Until everything prostrates itself
Until this thorn-covered blood dries up
Holding my heart which longs for you
If the rain would pour down and soothe my desires
I'll awaken my love, buried in illusion
Oh, ruler, you steal even the prayers I offer up
Does heaven flutter down and delight in mischief?
Until everything prostrates itself
Until this thorn-covered blood dries up
Holding my heart which longs for you
I raise my voice in the flames that bind me
That warped love can't be killed
Though my burning body turns to ash and is snatched away
If it's not unclean
I'll take you away then
And hold you gently