Not knowing the name of the trampled flower
Birds that have fallen from the sky tire of waiting upon the wind
Prayers won't change anything
Only the resolve to fight can change the Undesirable Present Situationn
You pigs who sneer at our will to step over corpses and march onwards
Enjoy the peace of livestock…false prosperity…"freedom" of the dying wolves that hunger!
The humiliation of entrapment is our cue to counterattack
Beyond the castle walls lies a hunter k**ing his prey
With a surging k**er impulse scorching his body, he pierces the dusk scarlet
With a crimson arrow
Drawing his bow, he takes after his target; he won't let it escape
Releasing his arrow, he closes upon it; he won't let it escape
He bends his bow to its limits, the string on the verge of snapping
He'll release it, time and time again, until his target draws its last breath
What truly k**s a prey are not weapons nor your sk**s at using it
But your own sharp k**ing intent
We are the hunter -> pa**ionate as flames!
We are the hunter -> cold as ice!
We are the hunter -> pour your heart and soul into your arrow!
We are the hunter -> boldly go forth and pierce through everything!
Attack on the Titans
The boy from back then will soon take up the sword
Who only laments his powerlessness won't be able to change anything
The boy from back then will soon take up the black sword
Hate and rage are a double-edged blade
Soon, one day, he will bare his fangs against fate
Ones that could hope to change anything
Are ones who could bear to abandon anything
Without bearing any risk at all, how could you hope to attain anything…?
Foolish a**umptions…they are but mere phantasms…right now, we could do with even reckless courage…
The advance guards of freedom …betting on their offensive
Victory to the charging slaves!
All this absurdity forced upon us are our cue to attack
Deprived of his horizon, The boy from that day yearns for “freedom"
With relentless k**er impulse a**ailing his body, he carries violet to dusk-
With an arrow from Hades