I.
Your time has come, I can foresee your dawning;
I've come to claim what I once confided in you.
It took me a lifetime to rise, suppress your power and your enigma.
It's time I bestowed with you my death..

cherry tree flowers are to sip blood from your heart,
I'll cut through your eyes to recover my own sight.
I now dress the clothes of my reaper and I'll become his reaper,
I'll seed in him the grains of perdition.

Primordial cherry flowers in blossom..
anounce my rebirth and my completion.
Don't elude me with lies and mystic words,
my soul is oceans away from your muttered notes.

Even in the last hour,
that cursed love stalks my thoughts like a savage, consumate hunter,
attempting to reconquer my trust.
I'll design for you as many deaths as tears you gifted me with.

In the last hour, as the rays of dawn pleasantly tickle my eyelids,
I take one step back..
Flashbacks of you, the tender, tease my ability to discern.

I now have power of life and death over you..
In a blowing kiss, I could share with you my fall, my hell, my purgatory,
I could draw on your spirit the exact pattern of my wounds..
I could drown you in the tears I've poured..
or I can save you through what our God showed as forgiveness..


II.
Like a raven, you sailed me in the embrace of your wings
and shared with me the infinite horizons of the celest hopes and knowledge..
Taking me higher than I could have ever reached with my mortal skin,
I seized the wonders with open heart and no fears..
Yet, exhausted by a burden too lofty for your flight,
you bounced your wings and let me fall..
..And fallen I was in a deep, thick forest fostering fabulous monsters.
Scrutinizing the aura of the woods, I always saw nothing but branches,
no sign of the sky I had been carried to ..
It all had vanished away from my conscious senses
as if the previous sky and its magic had never been real..
With nothing but trees and beasts, I aimlessly wandered for centuries,
haressed by these grotesque creatures..

Until I grew wings on my own, and sharpened my sight to penetrate the dense
taunting leaves.
I set myself free from the chaos and pain, from your cage...