다크 미러 오브 트레지디 - perish by luminos dullness

가사는 열정과 광기가 모든 것을 지배하며, 세상의 고요한 죽음 속에서 빛을 찾는 과정을 묘사한다
주인공은 자신의 손과 발로 새로운 바람을 만들어 모든 것을 지배하려 하고, 모순된 현실 속에서 진리와 고요함을 향한 갈망을 드러낸다
결국, 그의 춤과 음악은 혼자서 태어나고 영원히 존재하는 존재로서의 독립적인 힘을 상징한다

All spirits in the world
will be silent,
See the heat and nebulosity
beyond their power,
Dread the dance of
my fingers,
This passion staying alive
silences everything
with serene death.
This wild wind
breathing leads
everything to light eternal.
The world like the trapped
flame in ice,
Like the wind in the portrait.
I will give you
the world which
only the dead feel.
My passion is faster
than my thought,
more intense than my hand.
More splendid
than notes of music.

Your passion,
it is mortal shadow.
Someday disappear.
The sun will leave
and close eyes
when the night comes
The raindrops, like the ice
passing through the flame,
like the wind
touching the portrait,
It will be a sound of
cold wave before
it touches the ground.
Without me, your motion
is the flight feathers
of blind bird.
Your music is a shadow's
afterimage of the candle light.
You must remember.
It is my sound and echoes,
not your respiration,
In darkness.

My passion!
Where my two hands point,
do you know!
My madness!
Where my fingers reach,
do you know!

Infatuate the wandering night,
force it to kiss my hand
The ends are on my hands!
My passion! My madness!

Hand, the glorious
death stigma to the keys!
In pallid landscape,
nobility is luminous alone!
Nobility on my hands
stand on all chaos
This chaos yearn lucidity
of glouriously
luminous stigma
Wind of life it cannot
pass through the hands.
Hand, make a new wind,
make everything obey.
Wind, make discipline
of death rule the world.

My sound, my legacy,
Not the shadow hands draw,
Not lucidity, it doesn't
rule the chaos,
Chaos is a shabby
boat drifting on the
contradiction.

Stigma you give me is
a shadow of contradiction.
Like light dew, vanished
to embrace of sunlight
Where is the truth?
Everything must start as
calm and finish as calm.
And you also die
in the calm, It must be.
Sweat shimmer with the moon,
Point and flex.
His steps bid farewell
to mother earth,
As light as a feather,
the motion
Of his hands great
an infinite space,
On the ground, beads
of sweat change
into chatoyant gems,
Dazzling all.
His wind-blown hair
becomes melodious waves
And croon bewitchingly.
His dance, born alone,
exists alone, is eternal.