Our eyes are blinded by gory on everyday life.
The world is like a field of rife strife.
The nose breathes in the aroma of bloods
Gushing out from innocent body like flood.
Rainbows of death, beautify the hoary sky.
Everyday is a journey, for whom will survive?
Life is death and death is life,
A pieces becomes peace afterlife.
In the bottomless bosom of grief,
I plead divinity of a clement relief.
Prepare the victorious and glorious heavens.
For i sing sonorously in adoration.