The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...

O merciful God
please forgive them for killing me...

The torn hearts of
those who fight for right is why...

I was thirsty
like the smelted sands of deserts...

To survive the night
the little bloom is to pick...

There is no bridge
of us any more...

The word was:
"The brotherhood of good...

There are many things
not worth listening to...

Before he finishes his figure eight
he saw a side road so bright...

O look how that moth
exchanged its rubicund wings...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight...

Go on and forget about me.
Forget that I have ever lived...