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 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 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 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