Red Star

Gray clouds, amongst my people
a ray of golden light sends hope to them
for my secret but still glorious return
Gray clouds, amongst my people

What face shall I wear?
What attitude should I use?
What colors should my mask have?

Red star
rising in an infant manner
Red star
rising from the blue sea

Hold grip
tighten the grip
lighten your mind
strengthen your kind

Will they accept their old sire with gray hair on his head?
Will they deny the words of a once corrupted slayer?
Will they propose a new ideal to follow and a new god to trust?

They will subdue,
either with the sword
or with the tenderness of a mother...
They will subdue

Oh father!
May I please avoid this bitter cup?