Orchrist - The Orchrist (Lost Battle, Eternal Victory) 歌词

Raise the orchrist
To cleave the ones of the earth
With tears in my eyes
I see this battle i have lost
And dream ...
Of memories ...

Perished, in present times
Alive in far away past days
Hostile hordes have crossed our path
They have invaded ...
What i wish it was mine!
Another lost trial of strength
Lost battle ...

On my steps to darkness destiny
My cleaver dark shall not rest in its sheath!!
Now i can only dream of salutary destiny ...
... and hope for ... utopia!
Hostile hordes have ...