translation of Lockon Stratos' "Answer" (not mine)

[tsukikage]

To whom does this voice belong?
Like an angel, like a demon
Like a life, like a mistake
Why does it resound so loudly it hurts?

Will this voice transcend the sky?
To the ends of space, to the ends of consciousness
Transcend the senses, transcend the body
Then will it return home to where it belongs?

Now, inside the moonlight smashed in the thousand winds that float for eternity,
I'll pile up our imaginary shadows and flow down through fate
What is there to humans, deep within their empty darkness?
I'm holding out my hand--I'll hold out my hand

Will this voice guide you?
Will I meet you someday, somewhere?
Will we overlap until dawn breaks
And in my final moments, will I smile?

I'll simply walk through a winter's night with all my body, and keep on exposing it with my imagination
My limits are beckoning to me to shut my eyes and softly turn them aside
The answer that humanity is born holding is inside this voice
The power of language is inside prayer, and I'll live with my sorrow

Now, inside the moonlight smashed in the thousand winds that float for eternity,
I'll pile up our imaginary shadows and flow down through fate
What is there to humans, deep within their empty darkness?
I'm holding out my hand--I'll hold out my hand

To whom does this voice belong?
Like an angel, like a demon
Like a life, like a mistake
Why does it resound so loudly it hurts?

Will this voice guide you?
Will I meet you someday, somewhere?
Will we overlap until dawn breaks
And in my final moments, will I smile? Will I smile?

It really does sound awkward in translation...

Alright, time to get ready for work. Boo, work.