Yesterday is forgotten,
the virginity is forever hidden,
The new times come with new demands.
What once was is no more,
henceforth the things that happen
will require more than the yore-times gave.
No paths lead to the youth that no longer is.
Hereinafter only the duties harsh sphere awaits.
For reincarnated today is that which can't be cleansed.
Something bewildered, primitive and raw.
Unrepentantly harsh am I, prepared for all I'm challenged by.
The mild against the wild is altered, for good.
Bewildered
Bewildered
But here the suffering never stops,1
here there are no other choices.
Here the storm only whips against the skin.
Where the wolf's wild howl
warns of a rough end
to the ravens laughter a malicious portent.
The twilight approaches over naked trees and frozen autumn
The night's essence calls with a chilling voice.
For reincarnated today is that which can't be cleansed.
Something bewildered, primitive and raw.
Unrepentantly harsh am I, prepared for all I'm challenged by.
The mild against the wild is altered, for good.
1. literally "no anguish is helped"