- Cantata Mortis
Lux! Umbra!
Vita! Mors!
Concordia! Chaos!
Chaos, Deus Mortis.
Spiritus illius producit Mortem.
Chaos, Deus Exitii.
- Chaos -Last Battle-
The Messenger is standing at the gate
Ready to let go, ready for the crush
Too late for whispers, too late for the blush
The past is Mercy when the future's glow
Kneeling journey dressed in a cloak of shadows
The hunting's grim for the innocent eyes
Communion's prey is a cup of sorrows
- Emptiness And
It's always pale and hopeless
Your emptiness draws walls on me
they come in and reel me along
It's to replace the light goin'
Don't be the last who left on me
Just like a stalker by
- FF Type-0 - Divine Fire
Latin
Pugnate, Bellatores Rubri!
Pugnate, Bellatores Rubri!
Pugnate, Pugnate
Pugnate, Bellatores Rubri
Pugnate, Bellatores Rubri!
Bellatores Rubri!
Bellatores Rubri!
- Massive Explosion
Unbroken silence
In jewel of an island
Chasing the light & found a big shadow
Standing in the darkness
Bear my loneliness
Light and shadow stare me for eternity
I'm dreaming over time clearly to understand a calling given
by the everlasting
- The Beginning Of The End
Principium finis venit
Expergiscimini
Progredimini, Bellatores Albi!
Delete legatum Deorum Veterum
Ut progrediamini ad mundum novum!
Delete fatum creatum Dis Veteribus
Ut faciatis omnes caelum et terram nostras!
Nonne auditis clamores vitarum evanescentium?