The Name Of Anger

Hikari no, hikari no hashigo wa kuzurete
Chi wo saite, sora wa kooritsuku
Nando mo inori, motometeita
Kiyorakana inochi wa doro ni shizumi

Tenshi nara dakishimete, sono atatakana mimune de
Muryoku na watashi wa furuete, hiza wo tsuku

Nari yamanai kane wa kanashimi no utagoe
Aa, kokoro wo motsumono no subete ni
Kike yo, kike yo to toi kakeru
Hakobune ni aburete, mayoigo no otoshita namida
Aa, itoshii egao wo mou ichido
Kaeshite, kaeshite kono ude ni ima

Kibou wa, kibou wa dare no mono nanoka
Ubawarete uchi kowasareteku
Ryoute wa tsurugi ni kawatteku
Ikiba no nai ikari no rasen ga tsuzuku

Sougen ni wa kaze ga fuki, kagayaita fuukei ga
Tashika ni atta, dare mo ga shitteru

Yume ni afureteita, shijin wa nodo wo sogare
Aa, mirai wo utsushidasu kagami wo
Tsuyoku sono te de tataki waru
Garasu no sasu itami wo, kage to kono kurushimi wo
Aa, shikkoku no umi wa uzu wo maki
Soredemo seou mono to kataru no ka

Nari yamanai kane wa kanashimi no utagoe
Aa, kokoro wo motsumono no subete ni
Kike yo, kike yo to toi kakeru

Yume ni afureteita, shijin wa nodo wo sogare
Aa, mirai wo utsushidasu kagami wo
Tsuyoku sono te de tataki waru
Garasu no sasu itami wo, kage to kono kurushimi wo
Aa, shikkoku no umi wa uzu wo maki
Soredemo seou mono to kataru no ka

Translation

Oh the light, the stairs of the light is collapsing
The earth is torn apart, the sky is freezing
No matter how many times I prayed and hoped,
Innocent lives are sinking into the mud

If there are angels then hold me in your warm embrace,
As I am helpless and my knees are shaking

The bells would not stop singing the song of sorrow
Oh please, those who would still have a heart
Listen, please listen to my plea
The tears of a little lost child from the overflowed Ark*
Oh just once more of that sweet smile,
Please return them to me now, back in my arms

Whose was it this hope?
That we were to be deprived of and destroyed without it
My two hands became swords
My spiral of anger have no place to vent

A shining landscape where the wind is blowing on the grass,
Surely someone would know of such place

Poets with their throats mutilated are full of dreams
Oh they smashed the mirror that showed them of the future with such might
The glass were stabbing pain, just as the shadows and the suffering
Oh the jet black sea is swirling and rolling you in
Do they still speak of your burden then?