Sword of Drossel [OSTER Project]

A grieving bird song

As a thrush choking back tears

I can not forget that vivd memory from days gone by 

When my own brother turned his back upon our native land

Parting, all he left me was a look so cold it froze my core

And too, the final image of his back, walking away and growing small

Ah, but in the end this rain that falls like sorrow

Dries into a thunder filled up with hatred and horror

Clouds dark as night and heavy with feeling

Start to blacken out my/her sight, and it's blinding me/her slowly

And every time I bring to mind the promise that we made

My heart is swallowed by a flame so fierce

That precious things we knew

And things of beauty too --

Torn apart as if a sword had cut them through

Cast judgment on the acts of his that we call sins

Take pity and bless kindness on my tiny wings

The laboured sound of broken gears can no longer be heard

Though it goes on and on

I still see your shape, from those days gone by -- I see you in my dreams

So vividly like a grieving thrush holding back tears

With a frozen smile I took a step out to the foreign ground

I saw the one who turned his back upon our native land

Something inside me awoke upon that figure's being here

A sobbing wracked my body while the fires of hell ignite insanity

Ah, and in that moment, I lost all control

In my hands I found that sword, with the blade shining silver

Brandishing the blade, you raise the sword up high and bring it down in blindness.

Warm blood on my hands, and the shattered pieces of our bond around us

Awake my sense and show me my mistake…

My heart was blinded by that thunder filled with fear and rage

A hatred strong enough to take my sight

Enough to forge a blade

That nothing could evade

Even those I loved the most could not escape

And though I screamed and cried, no sound would leave my mouth

I'm clinging to his body desperately

These final breaths of his

Ran crimson down (my) wrist

Bit by bit, stop the beating of his heart

I beg of you, grant mercy on this grievous sin

Give grace to karma born of these regrets; Amen.

The sword I hold in my own hand will lead us from now on

It will lead everything