will not be gentle, in the darkness of justice

Will not be gentle, in the darkness of justice.

Don't be nice, old comrade, at the end of the day.

Fire, fire, because the light is dying.

The wise doomsday knows that darkness is righteous

Because their maxims have no lightning.

But they will not be gentle, in the darkness of justice.

The righteous, waving on the deathbed, shouting loudly, acting weakly

They danced in a youthful bay.

Fire, fire, because the light is dying.

Free people, sing day by day

It's too late to know, and mourning all the way,

But not tenderly, in the darkness of justice.

The seriously ill, the god of death, blinded

Blindness possible, shooting stars shining brightly

Fire, fire, because the light is dying.

And you, my father, at the top of despair,

Curse me, bless me, now,

With your violent tears, I pray.

Will not be gentle, in the darkness of justice.

Fire, fire, because the light is dying.