They stand up on the ground blown by the Bloody Wind.
The lights in their eyes flash to wear a Enemy.
A strong wall stand on their way they need to through.
They have a Cold Blaze in their heart like a lake.
They raise a Swords of the Determination over their heads.
Oath is a only arm.
Slashed thing is own heart.
They know that, but they fight further.
Trials' violence is increasing more and more.
Wave of Destroy make innocents cry.
If your bodies died,
With a Faith of Plouding Yourselves.
Is this world worth saving ?
Even they don't know the answer, but they fight furher.
They aren't appreciated.
To keep they are themselves, and they fight further.