Шло сто летнее сражение между демонами и

Шло сто летнее сражение между демонами и исследователями Демоны изменили свое видение и больше не желают зла людям Но появилась угроза намного хуже Эта угроза настигла как людей, так и демонов И демоны решили сражаться и защищать людей до самого конца The sky is a long corridor that fades into the sunset. Heavenly blades cut through the distance. A hundred years ago, a battle began in crimson clouds. Above the river, its mirror drenched in blood. We are the demons of the sky; we know what to do, no one will die. We are the demons of death; we will go together on our final flight. You are me, and it’s too late to turn back. The sky will ignite, followed by drops of fire. Here, at the edge, in this fierce battle, There are no losers; we’ll meet in hell. There’s no fear, the blood boils, the seconds are numbered. Love is more precious than glory and rewards. We perish in a head‑on clash above the river’s mirror. The hundred‑year game is coming to an end. We are the demons of the sky, and we never spare our lives. We are the demons of death — like a fiery wind, we’ll set the heavens ablaze. You are me — there’s no turning back. The sky will catch fire, followed by drops of fire. Here, at the edge, in this fierce battle, There are no losers — we’ll meet in hell. You are me, you can’t turn back now The sky will catch fire, followed by drops of fire Here, on the edge, in this fierce battle There are no losers, we’ll meet in hell We’ll meet in hell Na na ra na na You’re in hell now Na na ra na na You’re in hell now Ha‑ha‑ha ha‑a‑a Fallen angel