D Senjou No Tragedy

The Tragedy of the Battlefield

When I look at the surface,
Your gentle figure is deep inside.

Burned in, never letting go,
Even though I don’t want to accept anything.

The threads keep wrapping around,
So I swear I won’t notice.

You, covered in desire,
The scent of corruption blurs.

This body,
My heart doesn’t belong to anyone.

Is it worse to be deceived?
Or is it worse to deceive?

The right answer
Remains unfound.

If I keep going as I am,
I can’t save you, though.

Even if I try to turn back,
I’m sure I won’t convey a single thing.

The words I want to say
Don’t come out in a funny way.

I want to dream a dream that won’t wake,
Wishing for something so much.

I don’t want to believe
That it’s such a foolish thing.

Giving up, I send a signal,
Showing the eyes of a starving beast.

Should I break everything?

With a rusty nail, I’ll tear apart
The fading scenery.

Is what I see the truth?
If I can’t see it, then that’s it.

The true meaning behind the words
Is probably pointless.

The devil hides his true face,
Wearing the mask of an angel.

His sins carved into the memory of genes,
Repeating endlessly.

You may be beautiful,
But your heart is black.

I pray that it
Becomes pure like
The night sky.

But I think that
It’s impossible,
The heart of
Man is fleeting.

Now, let’s forget everything
And sleep like a child.

When I wake, it’ll disappear,
If it’s a bad dream...