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Title: Sphere

Artist: Nocturnal Bloodlust

Lyrics:
In faint memories while not forgetting the moon
The wind stops blowing and　the young life asked[…]

[…]"The past that continued to break towards the end of the end[…]
[…]the future desiring rebirth, your choice (between the past and future) is[…]?"

This revolving, revolving world's　fallen out sins [unstated verb implied as "become"] ashes

Dying… dying… It's suffering this planet will be decayed one by one.
Dying… dying… It's suffering this planet will be decayed one by one.
Dying… dying… It's suffering this planet will be decayed one by one.

The earth is dry and the flowers scatter dead and (The earth is dry and the flowers are scattering and)

With dirtied hands I let out a loud voice and made a scream

Unseen wounds! Please forgive [me], life is going to be able to be whittled down

Here is still living, "Let's die together" (Here is still living, "Let's go together")

Now, let's join hands, the destination is "pure"

The other side of the illusion which wealth, desire is enchating that overflowed from the palms of (someone's) hands is[…]

Demise, demise…Destined indication will disappear into blaze is burning the vice, blaze is burning the virtue.
This planet will be decayed one by one.
Justice by the judgment will no longer stop this sacrifice.
Justice by the judgment will no longer expose evil lie.

The earth is dry and the flowers scatter dead and (The earth is dry and the flowers are scattering and)

With dirtied hands I let out a loud voice and made a scream

Unseen wounds! Please forgive [me], life is going to be able to be whittled down

Here is still living, "Let's die together" (Here is still living, "Let's go together")

Just standing over there will never change infliction. Asking yourself if it’s right or what to do.
A little hand is going to be a hope to save us.
Save us all. Nobody hopes this sky. Nobody helps. It’s too late.
Nobody knows this scar is yours.
The sphere is…

Blaze is burning the vice… You’re fucking lying to me
Blaze is burning the virtue…You’re lying to me

Resound the voice of the soul, know the weight of pain