The darkness moves around us
Masking us within the ether
Sightless now, we are searching
And our voices cry out in vain
But formless we find freedom
Loss can be an inspiration
The pain has cured my blindness

I will go to the ocean that is made of tears
Even though I am captive to this blood-red string [bad word]  oh wind! I will face you now despite my fears [bad word]  oh waves! I will surely conquer anything

Now why does war entice us,
Beckon to us like a lover?
How can we see the beauty
Of a flower grown on a grave?
I will seek out the future
As fragile as it is precious
I'll wait for you to find me

I will go to the place to the place where radiance appears
There I know I will grant the prayer within my soul [bad word]  oh wind! I will face you now despite my fears [bad word]  oh fate! I will not let you impede my goal
 [bad word]  oh love! You're the miracle for which I prayed
I found joy in the bond that you and I have made [bad word]  oh wind! I have long since ceased to be afraid [bad word]  oh [bad word] unite us with a serenade