Lyrics:
Crying coldly I'm staring at the moon
I'm closing the book of this foolish time
The rough song on the black and white keyboard
What kind of a heart will it make drift away?
It's dystopia this fresh and tempting forbidden fruit
Eat greedily devouring it like a monster baring its fangs
Even in this crazy and filled with poison world
Beauty is the only innocence
I felt god's warmth in this mercy
Guilty cross with the pure and beloved star
Guilty blood lost in washing the blood away with the blood
Guilty tears I beg, if I would have one with granted
Would you just end my suffering?
One-winged angel sang: give me my wings again
But the hell gave him the cross, nailing it to the music
Guilty cross
I trace this chest that lost the heartbeat
Asking why am I living here
Surprised and relieved by my blooming
Am I allowed to grow for another day?
It's nightmare in this cruelty called living
Sad birthday forgetting both crime and punishment
Glorious song is just a dream I can't have
I clearly felt
The wings with wind that shouldn't have existed
The sky ready for us to fly in it
Guilty cross even in the crying out of the songs
Guilty cry can even reap out my throat
Guilty dream at least cover it with a beautiful lie
Just thinking about human's loneliness
Ah... If you say that love exist give atonement to this voice
Ah... If you say that love exist let this voice rest in peace
Please let me deliver... even this sadness I carried alone
Is there a meaning for existence? Even if I cry
With this unchanging song... this unchanging form until the last day dawns upon us
Let's promise to travel together
Guilty cross with the pure and beloved star
Guilty blood lost in washing the blood away with the blood
Guilty tears I beg, if I would have one with granted
Would you just end my suffering?
One-winged angel sang: give me my wings again
But the hell gave him the cross, nailing it to the music
That's why I keep showing my still struggling self to you
Waiting for the miracle of meeting you that must occur
Guilty Cross
Crying coldly I'm staring at the moon
I'm closing the book of this foolish time
2. Chapter
POV - Undertaker/Tania
So that's how it is when something breaks your heart.
You think you have everything. However it takes just a finger snap and your whole perfect life is absolutely ruined.
Under the gravestone of manipulations and false promises in which you so naively believed. Just as a little child believes in fairytale miracles.
Every star has its darkness. Yet what if the star turns into a black hole and the surrounding space is consumed. As it has never even existed.
And you with it. Standing there in a shock. Staring. And not being able to get what has just happened. How does it come that your whole life so suddenly turned into dust and ruins.
You find yourselves on the edge of collapsing. Your entire life seems so foreign. The reverse side of the black hole. You have got the feeling you should recognize what you see. Yet still everything seems so distant. The whole world seems like poured into impenetrable glass. You walk on it not being able to touch familiar things. You feel that you should actually be someone else. That everything should be somewhat different. Because this. This is just not right.
You are forcing your way through thoughts about the meaning of life. You are tangling yourselves within intricate webs. Until in the end, the last star in this new space also disappears.
You are becoming puppets in someone's twisted game. And you are falling. Loosing yourselves. Into an unknown darkness. Even not knowing anymore who was the first one to betray you.
The nonexistent truth is - it has been you yourselves - like the ones you are no longer. You dream of heavenly palaces made of gold, while undermining your own ground.
And the world. So selfish. So cruel. Just like that, it let's you die in the grave which you dug each other yourselves.
Such is the last goodbye. Now way to heaven. Just hell.
Hell into which is my/his duty to lead you. For in heaven are traitors and Angels are long lost.
The only Angel you can rely on is me/he. Angel of death. Undertaker.
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