You, called as enterprizes, systems that domesticate willful men into productive masines, conquerors!
I hope you may be the cups that are for dipping charmful time.
I seek for the dean in the underground world, for the desire of rebirth.
Party of monsters!
And say at least.
I applied myself to the darkness that closed the sky.
I may be eroded by the silent mist that falls onto my consciousness.
They were drawn by each other but now they go along by the mechanism of the field.