Tonight I can feel the freshly cut trunk of the narra tree,
And it is oozing with a wonderful bright red substance,
That made me want to lick the sinful soul of immorality,
There's no escape but to shake my knees and shout without voice.

The fire that burns my skin is my only friend and listener,
And for that reason, seems like the soldier was about to do it,
To raise the white flag, to kneel down,
As the dark soul unleashed saying that I am still Alive!