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stannea a Knights 

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Are you truly seeking something you can obtain…
          By relying on strength?
          If you are only trying
          To adorn it for the sake of cutting
          It didn’t look good on you.
          
          A blunt blade for the sake of ostentation does not kill
          It is for cutting through the future, right?
          
          You will know if it suits you or not by carrying it on your body
          That’s what wearing strength is
          For the sake of protecting with these hands that important bond
          I shall grasp these persistent thoughts
          Shining with a polished faith… The colour of my blade is crimson
          
          What you threw away because you loathed strength…
          Try picking it up now
          With the impulse you feel in your stock-still heart,
          Let yourself go with the flow.
          
          This is also briefly supporting someone
          You will simply go through that determination, right?
          
          There is no way to arbitrarily know “this does not suit me”
          That’s what changing oneself is
          What I have decided is important and protect with these hands
          I shall grasp this inflexible resolution
          The vow inside my fists… I will not break it no matter what happens
          
          I do not think isolation is strength
          Everybody has something they cannot do… So
          No one can be alone, right?
          
          I will put on airs… So it can suit me when I carry it on my body
          That’s what wanting to strong is
          For the sake of protecting with these hands that important bond
          I shall grasp these persistent thoughts
          The vow inside my fists… It will not break not matter what happens
          Polishing faith… Shining while reflecting my heart, the flames on my blade are crimson

Soot-stained glass marbles, under the faint moonlight in the azure sky
          Lying in wait was a stretch of time reflecting only those
          A finger reaches out to touch them lightly, rolling them around and around
          The magic of clockwork was cast on my broken soul
          
          Darkness… the world that had faded away
          Was bathed in light, and ah, this melody
          Can save even my rotted self
          
          I simply dance as I was told to, a doll that doesn’t need its own mind
          The fairytale woven by these golden puppet strings is the only truth
          I discard everything other than that
          Both the amber dyed in admiration, and the lapis lazuli dyed in despair
          
          The waning new moon casts a slice of shadow
          Patched with it, I assumed a human form
          The gears of the clock begin to spin around and around
          The tuner’s baton is the rhythm of life
          
          Even if… the world should crumble away
          And I should waste away, ah, I don’t mind
          Yes, this painless salvation
          
          I sing, and all I want is a rondo that forms a perfect loop
          A brilliant melody played on golden strings, the only star
          This soul… even if it burns away
          Even the melted glass should reflect this everlasting love