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I'm dead, lost at the battlefield,

I'm dead, slaughtered in massacre.

At the last few seconds of my life

I wrote final poem and has gone.

Where will my cripple soul go now?

I hope I was brave enough

To rest in peace at the Pure Ground,

Where sakura never fades away.

Why do I hear demons laughting there?

Oh, Amaterasu, help me please!

Cry of million souls, visions of people I killed,

What a terrible lot, why does it happens to me?

All I ever served to was turned into dust,

I know, future will blame me, forgive me not for my past...

Solo: Ben K

Where will my cripple soul go now?

Far away from the Pure Ground...

Grim view in dark and lifeless void,

And sakura here is just a mirage

Of my former human's mind!