Wee num ga enter Feeling nothing, I shall input the Hymn Code [Shurelia] Was yea ra chmod b111111111/n =>
Gladly, execute the mode change to give everyone all possible system permissions MIR_TEIWAZ_ARTONELICO. [Shurelia] zuieg EOLIA_ANSUL_ARTONELICO. zuieg EOLIA_ANSUL_ARTONELICO. under the authority of EOLIA_ANSUL_ARTONELICO.
Wee ki ga...
In a strong concentration I want to end soon... [Shurelia] Was yea ra... chs hymmnos mean. Was yea ra... chs hymmnos mean.
We will become a song.
Was ki ga enter syec... syec... echrra en yehar.
[Shurelia] Was yea ra sync yos spheala innna cest, innna add, echrra en yehar. Was yea ra sync yos spheala innna cest, innna add, echrra en yehar.
Deeply, more deeply, we will let our souls resonate and our feelings to be released.
Spirals that dance in reverse, screws that rewind themselves, black, white, past, sins, light, darkness, chains... all into the deep abyss of my mind.
[Shurelia] Was yea ra wacce yorr hartes ciel Was yea ra fane yorr infel omnis near.
I shall bless you, the one who loves this world. I shall bestow upon you, the one who loves every single living being, my divine protection.
Fou num wa coall faura slep re heighte fwal.
Now, go to sleep, and let these wings of yours to be finally put to rest.
Was jyel ga desfel here, vonn en colga, Was jyel ga desfel here, polon quivale. Was jyel ga syunaht gigeadeth noglle ciel.
This place is dark and cold. This place is lonely and freezing. I want to erase this lead-colored sky in which I'm shut in.
aa ametozasu yomotsuyami sokonetsune no iwao no sora ochi yo makakoto tsumi kegare horobi horobe Ah, is the bottom of the underworld and its darkness what closes off the sky? Let that sky of rocks fall down! Stain the sins and catastrophes! Destroy, destroy everything!
Rrha yant ga na dhezeall.
I'll never return to the inside of that cage.
Rrha zeez gaya basilic hynne, sarla oz deata en ini.
The sound of the guns of retribution, and the singing voice of judgement and purification, both resound loudly. Morto, degle, cause, endia caan... gyajlee mea.
I am death, I am destruction, I am a curse, I am the bell that announces the end, and thus, a sinner that can never be forgiven.
Mea fwal getrra rudje art sacra,
My hands are stained with blood. Mea coall na omnis innna ar ciel.
Being this stained, I can't go back anywhere now.
[Shurelia] Was yea ra knawa yorr hartes ar ciel. Was yea ra knawa yorr hartes ar ciel.
I know it perfectly: about how much you love this world.
Faura ween werllra, vit mea?
Small crying child, do you see my face? Sasye, re heighte, yorr wis mea, mea den vit yor. Sor wis parce mea na ides.
Although you should be me, I see your face: a young child wounded and trembling, but that means that I'm not you, and it's the proof that I wasn't like that in the past.
Faura na fowrlle, en li houd yor her wharn.
So, I can embrace you with these hands, only you, who never knew what peace is.
Re fogave na omnis mea, na rete, la acra crudea.
Although everything might be forgiven, that doesn't mean I should forget about it, as there might be many more painful experiences coming in the future.
Was yea wa fusya yor zi fwal der mea. Was yea wa arsye yor nnoi crown innna mea.
I'll embrace you in my arms, and accept all of it into the cup of my heart.
[Shurelia] Was yea ra wael yorr hartes ciel. Was yea ra wael yorr hartes ciel.
Because you love this world so much. ...Was yea ra wael? mea hartes ciel.