Nova Art My Essence
Roar! Thunder provides their throats
With more strength
Crowd's strained storm's near to break out
I feel pain
They! They have to oppress to revel
So I shall take this death-blow
I'm not afraid
I can't fail!
Clouds are coming
It's getting stuffy
I can't breathe this night
It'll deprive me of
All they can take
But my essence...
Faith now is ready to strike...
Strong or weak !?
I'll, I'll take it as it comes...
In my mind I am meek
Might is given to me by inside
It will grow up
While I perish non-stop
More and more
Clouds are coming
It's getting stuffy
I can't breathe this night
It'll deprive me of
All they can take
But essence...
Light...
Clouds are coming
It's getting stuffy
I can't breathe this night
It'll deprive me of
All they can take
But my essence's light!
