Oh, I am the hypocrite. Oh,I have nothing, and I'm alone.
Oh, I am the storyteller. Oh, I have nothing, but I trust me.
Like a eruption of infernal volcano, I want to be mighty. yeah.
Like a breeze skimming along the green height, oh I want to be kind.

In the severe war, even if I sustain a injury and drop on to my knees,
I never discard my belief.
In the end of 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 storyteller. Oh, I have nothing, but I believe me.
Like a wayside weed put up with the tornado, I want to be tough and tough.
Like eagle is flying high up in the sky, I want to be noble.


In the severe war, even if I sustain a injury and fall flat, and perish,
I never discard my dream.
In the end of the severe war, I wonder where will have I won
I'm ready for death. Now is the time ! "___trace on."


Infinite blade penetrate me.
I wonder I can't hold my ground.
The enemy before my eyes ridicules for me
and raise his weapon to try finishing me off.
Why do I have to hesitate any more?
Why do I have to vacillate any more?
I have a lot of believable friends who believe me,
so I'm able to stand up again and again.


In the severe war, even if I sustain a injury and fall flat, and perish,
I never discard my dream.
In the end of the severe war, I wonder where will have I won
I'm ready for death. Now is the time ! "___trace on."


Indeed 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.
Even if I ratted hundreds of times.
Even if I 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...