Cold!
 in the haze mist, I step alone
 Without deity's declare, without pray
 innermost thorn, hiding back into abysin
 Have no direction, have no aim
 the medal which belongs to me is coming
 drak death, just in frontage
 comether walling, red lips in the darkness
 enwinding my loneliness
 tearing, never end
 the best end-up is die out
 actually i lose in this forest
 it's nigritude