To realize the dream
I will perch on top of their corpses
No regrets, no remorse
This is a blood-smeared dream

To realize the dream
I will perch on top of their corpses
No regrets, no remorse
This is a blood-smeared dream

I ascend from this pile of corpses
I have shed my skin and become a part of the God Hand
This is the prophecy established (established)
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