Look Don't let go of my hand Let's go home
Softly, I'll tell you the rest of the story of the forest
Say Don't ever, ever forget
Your first steps on those tiny feet The smell of the sun...
Memories from the hourglass, enveloped in gentleness
Enclosed softly in the cradle I'll protect you
However you grow up, your life is like warmth to me
Listen, my friends The time for vengance has now come
The preparations have been made The sound of silence is deafening
The taste of the wine called "truth" is always a bitter thing
Ah, let us hear the howls of those in agonizing pain
Listen, my friends The time for vengance has now come
Soon, the screams will be as songs and suffering will be as a dance
Yes, your own songs will disappear with the sweet preperations for vengance
Ah, let us hear the howls of those in agonizing pain