"Hurricane" (англ. )

I was wandering through a dark tunnel
of terror of that night I was cut apart
thoughts breaking [bad word] recklessly searching for light piercing through the way out
Corpses line up
blood of rain
carving to dust, not making a sound
speed of the silence

In a raging wind, control of confusion
the spirit that controls this right arm
Remaining tranquil, seeing through everything
But my chest is hot! hot!
The [bad word] 
Like the speeding falcon
when the prey is caught, it won't escape
the slash marks don't spray blood
the two edged sword is displayed

Decaying body
pain of dying
In my final moment, a future decided on and [bad word] death of desire

Regret for the many years of a raging heart,
hiding myself from the changing times
burying the past, leaving the fight
But now still, I think of you
strongly! strongly!!

In the raging wind, control of confusion
the spirit that controls this right arm
Remaining tranquil, seeing through everything
But my chest is hot! hot!
The [bad word]