Red Flower

There is a person
Standing on the beach
With meaningful eyes
Just staring at the ocean
They'll always remember
The way hes long hair is blown by the wind

At the water edges se stands
Surrounded by them
Their weapons point out at hem
As se recalls a story
Se looks up at the sky
Gazing into the universe
Asking the same question"Where do I belong?"

A place se used to call home
Now seeks hes life
Se's a blood-thirst ravager
Who has no desire to return
As they thrust their weapons
Se sighes
All se wants is
To place a white flower on a sword
Which marks the grave
Of the only one who knew the truth
But no matter how se tries
Se always fails

There is a tale
Of a child still-born
They offered hem to the demons
In exchange for serenity
And for reasons no one knows
The child lives
Se grows up strong
To have hes revenge
Till now the tale lives
The story keeps on being repeated
From ancestor to grandchildren
The demon child's tale

There is a person
Standing on a beach
Scattered with people
Holding a red flower
Se stares at the sword
And walks up to it
Holding out the bloody offer
Adding to the rest

Se kneels and prays
With that emotionless face
As someone creeps up from behind
Raising high an axe
And down it goes
Slicing the air
Along with the hands
Thudding the ground
The man saw the flames
In the eyes of the person
But se just turned hes back
And walked back to the shore

As night falls
Se stands at the seashore
The sound of the rocking waves
Goes far and wide
Just another planet
Just another galaxy
If you see hem try to say hello
Because se may be there for a moment
And the next thing you know
Se never appears again

The duo convey the mysterious legend of the demon child