This is the real newsnOld animosities that have surfaced once againnVirtues and faults of a hypocrite racennInmost recesses of the soulnThoughts those were whirling through my headnDead feelings of my dreamy worldnDead feelings of my dreamy worldnnArising from this ancient landnLooking back at the beautifulnThings that we have lostnMakes me screamnnArising from this ancient landnLooking back at the beautifulnThings that we have lostnMakes me screamnnLove, Compassion, Eternity, FreedomnI gave my blood for this honournLove, Compassion, Eternity, FreedomnAlways believing that there isnSomething good in this worldnDeath-like silencennThere's only one way to find outnI need to give my hand and I willnBe flying away again before the end comes.nEverything is turning in my head.nThe air is like a big pile of empty thoughtsnI can smell the flowers of angernnArising from this ancient landnLooking back at the beautifulnThings that we have lostnMakes me screamnnArising from this ancient landnLooking back at the beautifulnThings that we have lostnMakes me screamnnLove, Compassion, Eternity, FreedomnI gave my blood for this honournLove, Compassion, Eternity, FreedomnAlways believing that there isnSomething good in this worldnnLove, Compassion, Eternity, FreedomnI gave my blood for this honournLove, Compassion, Eternity, FreedomnAlways believing that there isnSomething good in this worldnnAlways believing that there isnSomething good in this worldnAlways believing that there isnnRedemption of the immortalsnThe innocence of the sinner'snAlways believing that there isnSomething good in this world