2004-02-14 at 2:33 p.m.
Fated Children
Wake from your sleep, my children,
The childhood years (cradles) are gone.
Wake from your sleep, fated children,
The peace(rest) is gone.
Rise!
Search!
Go to the true garden,
The garden of vernal truth.
Fiery truth
Burn the evil world.
Fiery truth
Light the dark world.
Goodbye, children,
The day has died.