A flaming sword flashing back and forth to guard the way up to the hilltop
The guileful: "Afraid? You won't surely die
This is my promise in conjunction with a pact between you and I"
Addicted to false words, darkness casts a cloud over the country
What have you done! ? Traitor!
The river begins to flood the city with dirt and bricks carried away from the ground
And now that the springs of the deep seem to be endless,
The floodgates will never bear up against the masses
He sways the crowd by chaos Cold-hearted!
May all those tempted be forgiven