"Rebellion" (англ.)

Beneath the [bad word] the epilogue quietly being told
only lasted till the opening curtain
of the battle that is beginning

Controlling a distant, faint consciousness
a prayer resembling meditation
peels off the mask within deceit
and the voice of my heart is heard,
so clearly that it is [bad word] 
My spikes peeled off by everything
deceived and led astray
By the act of rebelling
I thought I protected myself
I turned my eyes away from the present, reflected in them
not turning my face to the [bad word] I must be a fool...

Rotted by the poisonous moth
the sinner is burnt by the blaze
both hands folded, burning red,
giving the last confession

The thorny whip, blooming with black roses
piercing, as if frozen to
The earth, withering away cries out
in an abyss called despair, the bell of hope [bad word] 
If reborn
yield your body to the flow
don't rebel against anything
live as it is
With these eyes watching over
one place where I can return to,
to someday get back my smile
I walk on though the "now"

Even if these eyes one day lose the light,
I don't think that I will regret
this moment that I turned my face to the [bad word]