Sunlight through plugging of the world dazzling
I hit the bell for peace soul.

Gentle melody, the end of the remembered

木漏れ日の差し込む、眩い世界
平和への鐘打つ魂よ。

These deep wounds, are like ocean's depths. These crimson sins, become colourless with death.

I know Saint Peter won't call my name; Never an honest word