aims to succed

What is the taste of my tears that mix with the blood
What is the freedom without the truth of peace?
Many have already die in vain catching the freedom
Lies,hatred,violence already stained our world of decay.

Hands already trembling when blood stain the hands
hope that never ever comes true, Cry under the dark with moon appeared in wolf-raven
winds that hitting the face
carving the scars of sorrow.

in the dream
his shadow flying over the world,seeing thing in the past
aims to change his way of life
he tried so much,until he success
now he live forever with his family