VANGUARD Someone's song quietly flows amidst the softly mist Glistening like a drop of water, the timbre plays the music of the beat
Fangs are bitten off before they open their eyes Now made to listen to that softly trembling voice
Shining in the evening mist, a song of rapture and anguish resounds
Fangs are bitten off before they open their eyes Burn that trembling voice
Limitlessly, bluely, deeply to the origin of the transparent sky If I can return someday Alone in a world with wounded limitations, let's collapse The beat, that's still circulating, heals the wounds
Changing colors like the morning mist, the timbre plays the music of imagination
Fangs are bitten off before their eyes open
Burn that trembling voice
Limitlessly, high, far like the fickle clouds If I can become free someday Within a time with limitations I seem to go astray and break but The beat still searches for the sleeping you
Limitlessly, bluely, deeply to the origin of the transparent sky If I can return someday Alone in a world with wounded limitations, let's collapse The beat, that's still circulating, heals the wounds
Fangs are bitten off before they open their eyes Burn that trembling voice Fangs are bitten off before a reason awakens Burn the disconnected senses