IIn a dark world, in fact not all need light

In a silent bed, not all ears need tunable tunes

The eyes light up to what has been round locked arrow

Faint music is no longer important, in my heart I have

been singing self-whipping songs

To prostrate we fight

Fight bullet eyes and machined arrows

Only to visit our Lord's house

One step might just get it today

A small movement awakens the muzzle of the cannon to

the heads against the ground

As it is, you continue to sow tired of giving pain to our

people

There is no doubt, have no fear, stand on thorns, bow

down even though the meteor rained down