The Sadistic Shards

The Shards That Fly Like Paper Cranes Above Dead Flowers, The Essence Of Pain In Them, One By One, Is Only A Whimper Of Woe And Standing Here In A Field Of Darkness, Can't Seem To Find Awe A Faint Glow Yells Out In A Vast, The Clock Is Ticking Till Midnight The Shards That Fly Like Paper Cranes Above Dead Flowers, Is Only A Matter Of Despair, The Stars In Fading White The Moon Will Soon Turn Bright So Be Quick Save Me Before It's Too Late Before I Take Flight I'll Soar Towards The Sky, Pitch Black Just Don't Shed A Tear Beware The Sky's Wings Of Hare The Shards That Fly Like Paper Cranes Above Dead Flowers The Leaves That Once Grow Again It'll Be A Matter Of Time Before Gain