The end of the century of destruction
Various joys reflected at the commencement of the new century
Dreams expanding, tell tales of future
Then appeared, Gokurakucho, flying down
Black shadow gives a cold laugh
History of genocide repeated itself, says and does of egoists
Brainwashing by media, blinded mass psychology
Even now, broken souls wander in the air
It might happen tomorrow
Impulse of destruction stems out of solitude and the air of catastrophe
Truth of madness that lies behind smiles
Fading them out is unacceptable, extinction of bodies and murder of souls
Halt, look back, think
And proceed the ended century
What's waiting ahead is [unverified]