Toki Tsukasadoru Juuni no Meiyaku (Steins;Gate ED1)

Romaji

kisei sareta shikai  mujihi naru 
juuni no shihai  nogarerarenai

ansoku no  asu o  negatta 
te no naka no  toutoi jishou no chihei e

torawareshi meiyaku  arawareta gishou no rinkaku 
seimei no tenchi wa  moumoku na jikan o kizanda 
habatake BATAFURAI  kiseki no BATAFURAI  anata e sasagu 
namida no BATAFURAI  mabushii BATAFURAI  subete ga-- 
ima kakikaerareru

mado sae nai rou ni  tozasareta 
juuni no kanshi  damashikirenai

atatakai  inochi o  kanjita 
aitai ni  yuganda shinri no mukou e

kizamareta keiyaku  zankoku de wazuka na hokorobi 
tsumibukaki shinkou  inochi sae michibiki no mama ni 
habatake BATAFURAI  kiseki no BATAFURAI  anata o kanji 
namida no BATAFURAI  mabushii BATAFURAI  sore de mo-- 
tomerarenu shuusoku

fui o tsuite  shimesareta keshiki 
aragau hodo ni  muryoku o azawarau sora

torawareshi meiyaku  arawareta gishou no rinkaku 
seimei no tenchi wa  moumoku na jikan o kizanda 
habatake BATAFURAI  kiseki no BATAFURAI  anata e sasagu 
namida no BATAFURAI  mabushii BATAFURAI  subete ga-- 
ima kakikaerareru

kanousei no hitei  imashime wa 
juuni no shihai  seijaku

English

With my field of view restricted, 
I cannot escape the merciless control of the twelve.

While wishing for a tomorrow of repose, 
I headed for the horizon of the sacred phenomenon in my hand.

Pledge are imprisoned, and false evidences are showing their outline. 
This world of life blindly lets the time pass by. 
Spread your wings, butterfly of miracles. I delicate it to you. 
Oh butterfly of tears, butterfly of radiance, everything-- 
will now be rewritten.

Locked in a windowless prison cell, 
I still cannot deceive the surveillance of the twelve.

I can sense the warmth of life. 
We seek each other, heading towards a distorted truth.

On the engraved contract is a small yet cruel crack, 
all while a gravely sinned faith continues guiding even life itself. 
Spread your wings, butterfly of miracles. I can feel your presence. 
Oh butterfly of tears, butterfly of radiance, but still-- 
the settling convergence cannot be stopped.

The more I try to resist the scenery abruptly shown to me  
the more the sky sneers at me for my powerlessness.

Pledge are imprisoned, and false evidences are showing their outline. 
This world of life blindly lets the time pass by. 
Spread your wings, butterfly of miracles. I delicate it to you. 
Oh butterfly of tears, butterfly of radiance, everything-- 
will now be rewritten.

The denial of possibility is the warning. 
The control of the twelve is exercised in silence.