Every morning he [bad word] through the fire, through the wind?
Not to be unforgotten, not to fight and not to win,
Just to bear the sunlight and to start another day,
To destroy hateful darkness, split it with the shining ray.
 [bad word] 
But at the end of a day
Memories are bursting into his head.
Dawn brings nothing, but pain
They won't forgive it, he won't forget.

Sacrifice innocent blood,
Trying to heal this greedy crowd.

More! Much more! No one will say
Who are you now, saint or insane.

Every morning he suffers from the sorrow, from the screams -
Newborn world at the sunrise's not so lightful, as it seems.
All nightlong rave and madness - doubts tear the soul apart,
He can stop, but he’ll never fill the void in his heart. [bad word]