Silent Weapon

In the corner of a frozen desert
When the evening approaches
Alone, looking up, the sky gets higher
From an unforgettable past
From countless scars
The cursed signal rises

The coldness of the entwining wind
Binds the four directions with a sacred blade
Shaking the moment of departure
Let's go now

Heading towards the land of the dead
We'll leave everything behind
Let's keep our hearts until then

On a Monday morning, the wind whispers
"Today is a good day to die"
So true

Gathering the threads of the spider's web
Standing side by side with the shadows
Stars loom in the overflowing sky
From an impressive future
From unforgettable sins
The cursed signs are scattered

Believing in the woven threads
To answer the woven threads
There's no turning back
Let's go now

Heading towards the land of the dead
We'll leave everything behind
Let's keep our hearts until then

On a Monday morning, the wind whispers
"Today is a good day to die"
So

Heading towards the land of the dead
We'll leave everything behind
Let's keep our hearts until then

On a Monday morning, the wind whispers
"Today is a good day to die"
So true