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That which from the sky illuminates the darkness, a continuous dance of radiating light, that is a witches’ dance
Even as your body burns in the heat of it, all you must do is dance with loveliness and intensity
Those that are ignorant cannot see the crystal given form by this great ritual – Yes,
<A cold blade hidden in the shadows of knowledge glimmers bewitchingly> Lift one up from the middle of darkness into the light and seven colors will sparkle
That which again takes gambled pride turning it into beauty in a shower of sparks, that is the folia of an instant
Take aim and blow away deception, break through the true image, with a trick card hidden up your sleeve
Parrying an endless onslaught of waves,
Driving the opponent into a corner, she’s just like a marionette… Parrying an endless onslaught of waves,
Driving the opponent into a corner, she’s just like a marionette…
<I will not show you the utmost of my power> I will not let my heart be disturbed, I will not let anger control me
That which crosses your heart as you focus on the paths of lights traveling back and forth, that is a minuet of the wind
Even if you cannot defend yourself, if you are about to be crushed, all you must do is take to the sky again and dance
<Ah, I have obtained this power through conflict> Yes, though it took a long time I have grasped it,
<Ah, I wonder how much further I can go?> Now I hould be able to learn several kinds of magic…
Magic manifested in many stars rends the night,
A storm sarkling with light sends darkness far away
<If I throw my weak self away into the past and challenge myself to be strong,> Since I am confident I can advance alone
<My road leading unto tomorrow is one I’ll pave myself!> I can still compete with you like this
Who will paint the darkness their own color? This sky waltz has no end in sight
Dance, spread your inextinguishable light! There is no one who can stop us!
Now our lights mix to form a new color releasing a flash I have never before seen
I hone myself again as we compete for the sky, neither knowing how much time has passed
Ah, this dream rondo goes ever on…