Some female hair, flowers are dead Bracing smell of rain in the air Crushing floor, doors open Glass tiles and tears of blood everywhere Cloudy sky, moaning wind Chairs, tables upset, a tearing sense Somebody has been here Blood-stained man who pretends innocence So never feel assurance I breathe out for the air I hunt you with my revenge My law will strike down on you Blur of sight, sudden light Disturbs the recognition of every mistake What if I am, by any chance Blood-stained man who pretends innocence? So never feel assurance I breathe out for the air I hunt you with my revenge My law will strike down on you Narrow street, a purple scarf Fearsome cat-eyes glowing in the dark A used-up wallet, her photo therein Her voice echoes again in the wind So never feel assurance I breathe out for the air I hunt you with my revenge My law will strike down on you So never feel assurance I breathe out for the air I hunt you with my revenge My law will strike down on you