Inside the wild roar den
Trought twisted roots of black oak
The torn grass forms some long trails
He dragged a man into that gloomy hole
"Believe me! I donґt know why!"
Sometimes he felt so strong
The memories are so weak
danger steeped in unwittingness
The [bad word] at night but he didnґt know why
"Will my God forgive these crimes?"
Iґm afraid to survive
I just tried to live my life
I let you paint my end, good-bye
No replies and regrets
I deny my own other side
Define my final stage tonight!
He bears no [bad word] for that
He doesnґt know the night
12 hours of light and then emptyness
He dragged a man into that gloomy hole
"Believe me! I donґt know why!"
He lashed out at his pray
His real mindґs covered by
[bad word] instinct, he kills!
The [bad word] at night but he didnґt know why
"Will my God forgive these crimes?"
Iґm afraid to survive
I just tried to live my life
I let you paint my end, good-bye
No replies and regrets
I deny my own other side
Define my final stage tonight!