Music for the Day

Traces of the howling wraiths stretch madly beneath the moon
Tonight the sharpness of my fangs can sympathize

How would you like your name on your gravestone? Tell me now.
A stanza from the death poem for your agony says: "Ah… It was inevitable"

From the beginning were we any different from beasts? Did we rust and break?
Days of endless hesitation and confusion, but today
Heresy cuts through this flash of sorrow [Kill evil immediately]

The hungry fangs of the wolf are a double-edged sword that will destroy me
I grind my teeth and spit my blood, I know that yet I consume
Should you call a sword a sword? Nay, friends call me Tsubasa

…My name means [Wings that fly towards my dreams]

I solemnly close my eyes in a moment of calm and end my blade/life
I sleep without learning the reaching the deepest mysteries and die

It can’t be helped if I’m called a demon child, even if I have to slash with cruelty
I still bear the iron chains that can’t be torn away known as destiny

The past gave birth to the present, I think that and I can believe
The voice I bear upon my back sounds strongly, I want you to listen
to this warmth ah!… tears [… Our weakness ends now]

Even if I break and die today, so tomorrow I can sing in front of others
So they may know that the battlefield isn’t the only place for my song
The voice I wanted most to listen, pierce through, echo through, surpass heaven and earth
My life is [the guardian of dreams]

My pride of heaven and hell is tested
There isn’t anything my blade cannot cut
[Kill evil immediately]

The hungry fangs of the wolf are a double-edged sword that will destroy me
All that live in this world are driven by the past
Should you call a sword a sword? Nay, friends call me Tsubasa
…My name means [Wings that fly towards my dreams]