Clay Face Lyrics

Someone by the name of 'Clay Face' was born in cold winter.
A child of sin stand at the end of space.
We live without single moment.
I could scarcely know what we did but he was feeling guilty.
Journey into the gate of eternity.
We must be realize that it is forgiveness of sin.

Human brain spread an infectious disease.
Mind is nothing but a virus.
It suddenly occurred to me that I gained strength.
I wonder what kind of face do I make at the moment?

Disseminator make a wave in the mirror delightfully.
After cracking a cocoon, passage was open and light penetrated into murky eyes

The coachman who ride ten fold surge led us along an abysmal chasm to the lady of frozen lake.
Shine out with great brilliant the queen of death.
she wears a smile as a forest.
The great illusion is a present of sin.

A snowfield is stained with her blood.
What kind of face do I make at the moment?
Disseminator make a wave in the mirror delightfully.
After cracking a cocoon, I am swept away by the second waves.

Communion with shadows in the valley of dark rooms.
Based on a lump of disgrace.
As I conceal a sense of inferiority I pass through among the shadows

We diminish the world to the world of fewer people who can understand our doctrine.
Nobody is infected with human thought then we'll be extinct and get toward eternity.

Someone by the name of 'Clay Face' died in cold winter.
An illusion about taxidermied shadows
They are still mourning at the other end of space.