(lyric for <Through the Mist> Rameses B)

Eastern 108 cities go crazy

Monsters get off human skin

Release 18 circles’ gala dinner

Bomb is ready at extra space

 

Dance to the last breath before the Clean

Ravish at the dead’s flesh and grief

Blood bleeds into beautiful scene

the God’s strike illuminates the planet

 

Truth emerges after ash

Soul is born form the pain