We live in peace
Until some heartless men do a wick deal;
They kill for money
And they cannot feel
 
[The torment of their victims,
 The torment of my soul
 When I see dead teens;
 I hate it all.]

{The snow under my feet,
 The sky high above me;
 This is world I live in,
 None will take it from me.}

The bird is dead;
One heartless man cut its strong wings.
He won't regret,
He knows that evil always wins.

[And I see Earth is covered
 With blood of our friends;
 Red is magic colour,
 Colour of the end...]