Seija No Koushin
Tatsuya Kitani
March of the Holy
At first glance, a beautiful disguise of happiness
The veneer has peeled off
At the end of peeling off a thin layer
Something grotesque was buried
Sinking among humans
The day the pitch-black thing explodes
We, who are always afraid of it
Seem to be in the midst of untimely death
A voice cursing powerlessness
And a voice praying for salvation
A mixed-like song can be heard
Advancing as if swallowing everything
The march of the saints
Even forgiving us weak ones
They take us away
Not destruction, not salvation
The march of the saints that rings everything
Hey, sweep away our sorrow
Why won't the seed of our happiness
Sprout at all?
How long should we cry and struggle
At the bottom of such dark darkness?
Standing on a pile of misfortunes
The ideal facade is faintly cold
The peaceful days will not return
Our marching band brings madness
From the day we cried out
From the day we knew sorrow
We have been worn out
A voice cursing powerlessness
And a voice praying for salvation
A mixed-like song can be heard
Advancing as if swallowing everything
The march of the saints
Even forgiving us weak ones
They take us away
What awaits us ahead
Whether it's paradise or hell
This parade will continue
Singing songs of anger and sadness
Crushing the devil who insults
Until our trembling hearts stop
