A Mongolian will-o-wisp flickers at your cremation,
yet still you do not sleep
Amore mio, upon this ship,
skillfully hold aloft your name!
Upon awakening you spur yourself onward,
leaving no stone left unturned
“Let us meet again in dreams.”
Within the land you’re bound for is Gold Gold
Like Shanghai’s aptly named butterfly of chaos
spread your wings and fly!
Rowing a boat of blood and flesh,
endlessly reflect the lapis of your heart
Go through the streets Go through the streets
clad in the enchanting motion of the waves
Without regretting that I am tainted,
I hold my breath in eager expectation
“Let us meet will we live.”
Within these hopeful hands are Hourai Hourai
Row the boat onward Row the boat onward
ever increasing your fame
Take the wheel
The colors of the aurora’s anguish blaze at your scenes of carnage,
yet still you do not sleep
O sole mio, obtain the map within our dreams
and beautifully set straight the course
You drive a stake through your fears,
leaving no stone left unturned
“Live on, live on!”
says the shadow’s voice Majestic, so majestic
As the descendant of that ancient blast,
even for an instant, spread your wings and fly!
Take the wheel!