Phantom Fighter

Bless-ed beast be a phantom fighter
In a march that has lost its path
Its jagged nails brush against you
Though 'tis I they prick out of wrath

Why do I hold on?
So sick of being strong
Why do I hold on?

Bless-ed beast be a phantom fighter
Aiding me in devilish forms
Clandestinely destiny is
awaited, like the end of the storm

That's why I hold on
To see what future spawns
That's why I hold on

The End

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