Antikythera – Taion no nai Utahime

Songstress without a Body Temperature

In an unending struggle
The sun sinks and is dyed blood red
In my wounded chest
A singing voice resounded

A nation that wont be ruined! Ready the lowered bows!
The blood that flowed becomes provisions for that place

In the days we rise and fall
It doesn’t enter our minds to oppose each other
My arms stopped the blows
With their bottomless kindness

A nation that wont be ruined! Ready the lowered bows!
The blood that flowed becomes provisions for that place

A new land where even abstract intentions won’t take root
Soon it’ll change colour and we can start breathing again

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