Dying Star in the Petroleum of the Night

Tomorrow is coming,

I am scared.

All the stars that guide us in this abyss will soon disappear into the pitch,

Our hopes that will make us believe in eternity in this mortal universe will be buried under the asphalt.

I miss Sansara.

Deliver us from the hand of the Seraph, almighty God.

The cruel scythe will end this night.

When tomorrow comes, the yellowish whites of the Sun will make us forget the dead.

Crystal butterflies are shaken away by the giant tornado.

Even if it's just for one day, they fill that short life with their dreams;

They follow the light,

They watch the stars when the night falls,

They don't let them disappear.

I am scared,

They will go and disappear when it's 00:00.

Even though the bloody claws of oppression,

The time flow in this star syrup

And he brought them with him, I still want to believe that those crystal butterflies are alive.

Tomorrow is coming,

I am scared.

The stars tremble with the fear of God.

The light gave goosebumps,

They cover the night as lichens

But in vain.

Their lights are not enough to illuminate this pitch black.

I miss Sansara.

If necessary, let my freedom be in the hands of an authority

Cause I want them to live no matter what.

I don't want to hold Seraph's hand,

We don't need the help of an angel;

I don't even care if I get burned,

We do not accept this temporality.

We will always shine

On people!

We will always guide their crystal butterflies.

Eternal bliss to mortals,

Unchanging forever..

We will lead you to eternal happiness without will or freedom.

This night won't end,

Tomorrow won't come,

I'm hopeful.

On this night that God wants it to be short,

We won't be stars dying in the petroleum that adorns it.