Kutsujoku no Hiai Uta

Song of Humiliation and Pain

I had no friends around
Not a single lover in sight
I cursed my loneliness, cried out loud
The deep scars on my wrist throbbed
The deep scars on my wrist throbbed
The deep scars on my wrist throbbed
The deep scars on my wrist throbbed

I kept getting rejected, my character denied
With cruel words, I bled inside
Everyone points and laughs at me
Am I just a damn dog?
Am I just a damn dog?
Am I just a damn dog?
Am I just a damn dog?

A humiliating, painful elegy
A life sold to the gods
I, the chosen prophet
Will carve out my ideals with these hands
Carve out my ideals with these hands
Carve out my ideals with these hands
Carve out my ideals with these hands

Carve out my ideals with these hands
Carve out my ideals with these hands
Carve out my ideals with these hands
Carve out my ideals with these hands
Carve out my ideals with these hands
Carve out my ideals with these hands…