芬布尔之冬「Fimbulvetr」

I hear the crow pierced the air, It's time

Herald the start of the gloaming

May never rise

The gleaming stars

Snow reset the drawing board

Ready to color scarlet

I know it’ s a must

That we will run into the same place

After the wintry pain

Storm, blow

sweep away the crime, the woe

the wistful twig

The end has been destined

I am doomed to miss my way in the prophesy

Silence, deadly silence

through the void

I can feel it with my blind eye

Sky turns red in the broken gone

When I saw you

For a second

I got empty brain

The old poem played

Telling all the sorrow would sink into singularity

Then lyfe flowers rebloom

I know it occurs

Then we will fall prey to the illusory game

Fixed up by the hypocrite

I’ m the error of light

Will be caught in the event horizon

the end has been destined

I am doomed to press trigger to this flashing world

manifold of time is collapsing

yet it’ s the only thing that I can do now