My dream is already smeared with blood
They may feel engulfed in the shadow of despair
Entrust your wounded soul and tattered body to them
And you shall have life everlasting
Think not of your past, let it molt like old feathers
And consume yourself in the aftermath of your dreams
Dreams
My dream is already smeared with blood
I have chosen this
I can't just step over the bones of the dead in order to realize it
Dreams
My dream is already smeared with blood
I have chosen this
There is one thing I can do for them, for the dead
It is to win and keep winning until I obtain my dream
A dream they clung to and risked their lives for
For the dead
I don't regret
It is to win
My dream is already smeared with blood
I don't regret, I don't feel guilty