Irha woo……..;
A rhyme reserved and isolated to only tough days,
Days of war;
Moments of unclothed horror,
Unforgettable fables of black and red.
Irha woo……
The secret lover and admirer of vengeance.

Would a man scare a leaf tossed by the wind?
Should a man hurt a child, and still stop him from shedding tears?
As water evaporates from the surface of an ocean,
So has my fears and weaknesses hidden her paths from my heart.
Till the heavens are no more, never again will they venture out of their slumber.

You have laid claim on a treasure you can never possess.
You have dared a dark part of me,
One, even the devil, in his drunken state will never venture equality against.
You have treaded on a path that even the bravest of lions will never tread on.
Irha woo………
For this single and ultimate reason,
I will show you how fragile and brief humanity is.
I will lead you astray from the path of life,
And introduce you, to one that leads to the wilderness of eternity.

For light, I will shut you from,
And in the most horror-some darkness, that human nature haven’t imagine,
I will keep you.
Till the heavens are no more,
Never again, will you appear.