If you move a step closer I will see your intention Then it will be written under the heading deception In my mind, your will shall be misinterpreted For centuries onwards Never to be accepted or rewound It being too late No longer connected to need Impossible A lost cause These, the fruits of combative splendour These, the fruits of combative grandeur These, the fruits of audacious victory Your loss will not secure martyrdom Your loss will not be cloaked with conspiracy My force is determined My force is greater than your capacity For vengeance For retaliation To regain your virtue It is we who will be remembered Our mind is so You will not feed on my cost Your destruction is my virtue