Loyal To The Grave The Next Mark Lyrics

The rainy night, an alley without a dead end
I struggle to arrive
There is no place to rest
The arrow of the moon points to the south
It is still far from the next place
A small light in the bag
I look for the next mark
I open the map which is not readable
The rainy night, an alley without a dead end
I struggle to arrive
There is no place to rest
The arrow of the moon points to the south
It is still far from the next place
At the cold night when the roadside lamp became whitish dim as it blinked
The sky mixes with the water
Like an ink painting
Dying without knowing
Know anything
Only that
Only a sigh is the guide
A vision that appears suddenly The taciturn clouds are settled down and if the moment can be cut
Feelings are stuffed in a cracked container to stop the beat of the clock that does not stop
Grasping a stone aside
Stab it into the clock face and a slight regret is there
Trying the next step there
In rain, the blood under the clock face is blotted
But there is no pain
Only looking for an exist and keep advancing
A vision that appears suddenly
The moment is cut
Liberation from the pains, hope
All in darkness
I die without knowing anything
Nothing but die