Oh God, O God, Oh O God, I hear your voice Torture is sometimes this world is I have been worthy of life Oh God, I hear Let me do with this story I dont ask why I am so bad The sophisticated breath To the flowers of the rolled blood to the immortal mourning mother The hot teens have sworn by the gods waiting Every sides of the wild wind Think of the murder of the tulips My voice Divine Burns the Night of Poverty But I need the cowardly Graph your forgiveness Shame on the needy Divine I accept my punishment to recover my essence Help me My sound you hear and hear.
