Absu

One silver cloud collapsed below the glow of a harvest fullmoon.
`Cause we're here to make an oath and we'll raise our realm in a sky of maroon.
Our stratosphere turned dark; however, the Western winds never stopped blowing.
All deceiving religions fall, we'll gonna close our hands, and make our own
way.
[Chorus x 2]
Ignite the wroth flames -
3 fires to the sky
Before the violence,
We stand before the most, wild beast.
We'll rape the peace.
Once again,
We summon you,