All my life has gone away walking upon the thorns;
All my days and nights have passed running over the knives;
Fear of which death do you show me more?
I have forgotten the names of crying, sobbing and shedding tears,
Now my two eyes burn like the fire on the funeral pyre;
Now the desert of the hottest season take rest into my two eyes;
Fear of which hell do you show me more?
Enough have I suffered into the dungeon of your hatred;
Now I will rise like the deluge of Noah;
Now I will burst out like a volcano;
Beware, Su Kye.
Beware, all the beasts of fasle civilization.
Rising is the last solution on earth I know.
