Letras: 403 Forbiddena. Blaze Of Life.

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 end of severe war, I don't think I can gain the glory, though I must not drop the war. "Trace on."



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 end of severe war, I wonder where will have I won. I am ready for death. Now's the time. "Trace on."



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 end of severe war, I wonder where will have I won. I am ready for death. Now's the time. "Trace on."



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.



"Trace on."