Текст песни D.Gray-man - Мана - Призрак Матила

In a dry country
Among the stones in the hot sun
Was the gloomy city of Matil,
Earth forgotten by God.
And his inhabitants, tired of suffering,
To create distracted dolls from troubles
Those dolls could sing and dance.
The years flowed, the centuries flowed
So the city was gone
Rumor about those architect's dolls
Oh, the eve in oblivion
But everything sounds in ruins a song
Their wonderful creations ...

Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus:
Pie jesu domine

Judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus:
Pie jesu domine