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Ardently flowing through men’s vein;

A reality of the impious’ reign;

The desire of their hearts which is driving them insane;

Fettering innocent beings, locking them in pain!



Wanting more and more than they ought to have,

Frenzied by their greed and peculiar love;

Slaying families and friends just to obtain intensity;

When would these men end their cupidity?



I’m sick of watching their treachery.

This world when will it be set… Continue

The ravishing composition which had remained undone;

Was originally created to catch the heart of someone.

But as the notes were played in the goddess’ instrument,

Soothing sentiment was replaced by torment





Hearing the serene makes one man bleed.

It’s like a sharp-edge sword, which death it just might lead;

Being entrapped in the measure, notes sucking thy heart;

A hymn which is death’s art.



Anguish echoed as it plays… Continue