闇の使徒と怨嗟の都
Apostles of Darkness and the City of Woe
静寂に砕けた蒼の門、夜が裂けて
仮面の影が念を紡ぎ、怒りを誘う
焼けた街に祈りはなく、灯火は血に濡れ
紅蓮の剣が応えるは、都の叫び
怨嗟を裂け、蓮の剣よ
破戒の輪を断ち切るまで
怒りの鎖に囚われるな
黒き影より、光を放て
The Azure Gate fell in silent night, the sky was torn apart
Masked shadows chant their cursed prayers, igniting wrathful hearts
No prayer remains in the burning streets, only bloodlit flames
The crimson blade responds in kind—to the city’s cries
Cut through the woe, O lotus blade
Until the wheel of blasphemy breaks
Be not bound by the chains of rage
From darkest shadow, let light awake
