Manancial - Thiago Fritz

(Subject 01 suffered severe psychological damage)
(At times becoming aggressive)
(And speaking repeated and nonsensical phrases)
(Always using the terms Holy, Labyrinth, and Cradle)
(His life was parasitized by the Symbol)
(Or rather, by the entity invoked in it)
(The result of this is now called Spiral Hypnosis)

And every time I hear the heart
I stop listening to a bit of mine
My eyes no longer see forgiveness
See to whom I made promises and who died
And there's nothing my hands haven't killed
But there are still those I can protect
Those four who tend to bring me
Hope

In the South, insanity points the case to the sanatorium
A team was investigating the Spiral
We assume their disappearance and the report
After the Sanatorium blackout
And wake up in a maze at dawn
Uncle Cris I can still see you
I promise, I will fulfill this promise for you
Just like Joui and Liz
I will protect Cesar
(Can you hear the heart?)

Even if my eyes burn
I won't close them even if the fire reaches them
A father and a son separated
By the cold of death and the heat of chaos

And even if my eyes burn
I won't close them even if the fire reaches them
A father and a son separated
By the cold of death and the heat of chaos

Smoke falls
Scars remind me of all my mistakes
I can't take it anymore
How long will Team E lose more members
Years ago
I swore I would be like my father, I remember
Too many tears
Would the Typhoon have forgiven The Blacksmith?

A city trapped and out of time
Its citizens live well
But they don't understand the price
(A spring)
Necessary to offer time
To the heart of the city and what it holds inside
(I will stop this evil)
And the symbol will mark
Connect me completely to the Holy Cradle
Perhaps with this sacrifice I can stop
And never hear this heart beating again
(Can you hear the heart?)

Even if my eyes burn
I won't close them even if the fire reaches them
A father and a son separated
By the cold of death and the heat of chaos

And even if my eyes burn
I won't close them even if the fire reaches them
A father and a son separated
By the cold of death and the heat of chaos