Oh, I am the hypocrite. Oh, I have nothing and I'm alone
Oh, I am the story teller. Oh, I have nothing but I trust me
Like an eruption of infernal volcano, I want to me mighty, yeah
Like a breeze skimming along the green height, oh I want to be kind

In the severe war, even if I sustain injury, and drop on to my knees I never discard my belief
In the severe war, I don't think I can gain the glory, though I must not drop the war
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Oh, I am the hypocrite. Oh, I have nothing and I'm alone
Oh, I am the story teller. Oh, I have nothing but I believe me
Like a wayside weed puts up with a tornado, I want to be tough and tough
Like an eagle is flying high up in the sky, I want to be noble

In the severe war, even if I sustain injury, and fall flat and perish I never discard my dream
In the severe war, I wonder where will have I won. I am ready for death. Now's the time
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Oh, infinite blade, penetrate me
I wonder why I can't hold my ground
The enemy before my eyes ridicules for me
and raises his weapon to try finishing me off
Oh, why do I have to hesitate anymore?
Oh, why do I have to vacillate anymore?
I have lots of believable friends who believe me so I can keep standing up again and again

In the severe war, even if I sustain injury, and fall flat and perish I never discard my belief
In the severe war, I wonder where will have I won. I am ready for death. Now's the time
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Even my belief is imitation
And it is ready made from other
None the less I'm able to carry out til the end of time
Then it will be true someday
Oh, even if ratted hundreds of times
Oh, even if penetrated thousands of times
Nobody could not do eliminate my heart
As long as my blaze of life burns

End of time, I just carry on

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