English Xaeth

XIETH, the crimson mark calls out—

XIETH, the red mark etched deep within my heart will not fade.

Tracing the name "XIETH" with my fingertips,

it pierces the night—on the verge of shattering,

yet still dancing; a

fire ignites within the wound.

Smiling with a face no

one knows, keep your eyes on me.

XIETH, it’s not enough; my heart feels like it’s about to scream.

XIETH, the crimson line won't come undone— Take me away,

XIETH;

look, crimson X, tear the world apart,

XIETH. Fleeting flame, burn bright within me— XIETH,

crimson X, beautiful even in pieces,

XIETH. I won't forget;

rewriting everything now.

In a deep sea of ​​noise,

a single color rises up; swallowing even the tears and the feverish

heat, XIETH traces a path.

New voices overflow from the gaps in the torn pages; knowing there

is no turning back,

I still reach out my hand toward that mark—crimson,

crimson

XIETH.

Don't fade yet, don't fade yet,

XIETH—

Crimson

X, look, tear the world apart,

XIETH. Fleeting flame, burn bright within me,

XIETH—

Crimson X, beautiful

even in pieces, XIETH.

I won't forget;

rewriting everything now.

XIETH, crimson X, XIETH—you are still there.