Tenshi no Shitone

YORU no SORA wa amaneku sunde
towa ni hibiku metsubou no ne
yasashiku tsutsumi [bad word] 
hoshi wa ochite tsuki wa kagayaki
karada meguru rinne no chi ga
watashi wo yobisamasu no

urumu hitomi to
furueru toiki de
kono yo no kegare wo subete [bad word] 
inori no todokanu kuraki tsuyu no [bad word] de
kowareru mae no chiisana CHIKARA kono mi ni abite
horobi no shirase wo tsugeru shoujo no nakigoe ga
daichi ni todoku mae ni tenshi no yubisaki furete

AOi SORA ni toketa omoi wa
haruka kanata negai to nari
anata ni furisosogu deshou

yume wo mita no fushigi na yume wo
iki mo dekizu tada shizuka ni
watashi wa mitsumete ita

kono ketsumatsu de
waraiau tame ni
kono yo wo inori de subete [bad word] 
misogi no kaori ni yureru honoo no you ni
kawareru mae no chiisana HIKARI kono mi ni abite
shiniyuku itami mo ikiru itami ni mo taete
kuruinagara mamoru kiete shimawanu you ni

inori no todokanu kuraki tsuyu no [bad word] de
kowareru mae no chiisana CHIKARA kono mi ni abite
horobi no shirase wo tsugeru shoujo no nakigoe ga
daichi ni todoku mae ni tenshi no yubisaki furete

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The sky of the night is of a prominent calm
Gently blanketed by the eternal sound of oblivion
I hid

The stars fall, the moon shines
Awakened by the blood of reincarnation that circulates inside me
I rise

With my murky eyes
With my quivering breath
I shall annihilate all the filth from this world!

On this dark dewdrop mattress where no prayer could reach
I bathe myself with this fleeting power on its brink of exhaustion
The wails of the girl who bears the forewarning of the impending doom 
Touches the fingers of the angel before they even reach the land

thought that melted into the blue sky
Turns into a wish over the yonder
It should be raining upon you now

I had a dream, a very mysterious one
Where I can't even take my breath and simply
Stared away in dead silence

In order for me to
Laugh together at the end
I shall engulf the whole world with my prayer!

Like a flame dancing to the scent of purification
I bathe myself with this small light on its point of reformation
Enduring both the pain of being near-death and being alive
I shall protect, while losing my sanity for it must not fade away

On this dark dewdrop mattress where no prayer could reach
I bathe myself with this fleeting power on its brink of exhaustion
The wails of the girl who bears the forewarning of the impending doom 
Touches the fingers of the angel before they even reach the land