Though this is the end, gives birth of something deadly.
Right before my eyes, the path is never empty.
Birth, pain arises.
He who dares survives it.
He who gives, derives it.
Bleeding, whose lost, denies it.

Would you give something more?

How long will you wait for me.
How long would you wait for me.
If this is the end?
If this is the end?

Take my hand again, walk along that road.
Find yourself in reason, go below that home.
He who dares survives it.
He who gives, derives it.
Bleeding, whose lost, denies it.

Would you give something more?

How long will you wait for me.
How long would you wait for me.
If this is the end?
If this is the end?