Wildfire (English Ver.)

Wrapped in biting wind, heart will never Bleed. Frozen and banished Out of grief. In the restless dream, they try so hard to Breathe. Pulses flutter and sing Within this weakness. Pain will come with the blade. Pain will wake up the dead sun and crowd In this dormant world somehow. Unsheathe the sword not to kill. Unsheathe the sword to rend those clouds above The ground. Wake up, it's time to gather now. The only warmth remains in hands clasped so Tight. The only fire exists in brave Hearts. Seasons that refuse to change over the Years will find their way back, Back on track. We've made a choice. Gonna fight against your fate. Pain will come with the blade. Pain will wake up the dead sun crowd in This dormant world somehow. And she's Unsheathe the storm the sword that they Not kill. To kill. And she's the start to rainbows. Clouds above the ground we got, It's time to gather now. Forget about the rules written on with a rock. There were chases of light, find the way or Get lost. We have no way to know where They all headed for. See the light from afar displays through the storm. We know it's right over there, have something to Declare. Whatever is the right, We'll be prepared. We might as well go fight against your pain. Pain will come with the blade. Pain will wake up the dead, turn the ground Into storm and wash all out. And she's the storm that they kill. And she's the start to rainbows. Clouds above the ground wake up to hear the Cheering sound.