Omake Pfadlib

Will I stay where it's safe and sound?
Or will I fight 'till I hit the ground?
Inside this bitter cage, all the flowers wilt down in the crimson sky.

Take my hand, will [bad word] or stay
In this world, full of [bad word] 
Will we take arms, 
With the hopes to see the sun again?

We pray...

Do we lack the strength to fight?
Have we lost the will to fly?

The world is dark...
The world is [bad word] ..
But still, we hang on tight...

If this final breath could somehow save this world
I'd breathe my last sigh and close my tired eyes
And all the ones we lost, we'd find again
In this beautiful world we've wished for.

But the world grows darker...
We can't recover... 
This narrow cage that we depend on slowly [bad word] ..

Is this the end we cannot mend?
We're slowly dying...

If we're here, even with fear,
We must keep fighting...