in the darkness of the night drifting mysteriously

being an omen and the voice of curse

the gravity slides and overlaps the axis

of the other world

what doesn't exist in the real world

will come into existence



materialistic notion will be resurrected

it doesn't exist but makes itself exist

the mentally weak who rely on god

can't maintain even their existence

the reality that couldn't happen in the

human world pushes people's soul into the darkness

the fools who were called saints cry out

forgetting prayers for the god



those who have ancient wisdom become the kings

they and the materialized baal spread curses

the cross hanging from the neck is the token

it brings curses together

the more you pray the god

the more the negative gravity increases



plague is spread

the earth is covered with bodies

sticky resentment floats in the air

the idol gently opens his eyes

then gives a freezing smile

in the never-ending night

the dark red sun is drifting mysteriously