Poem "Guren No Yumiya" (Crimson Bow and Arrow)
Are we food?
No, we are hunters!
We fight for us, neither evil or good.
We shall conquer like thunder.
The unknown names of trampled flowers.
The caged bird yearns for flight.
At your mercy we shall not cower.
Nothing will change until we fight.
Pigs that sneer as they climb over our corpses.
They call us slaughtered cattle.
Find your reason, use your purpose.
Now is the time for battle!
In this new era, we create our own way.
It's not the weapon nor the skill.
That kills the prey.
But the definite will to kill.
Draw the bow and chase it.
Don't let the enemy escape.
Chase it down bit by bit.
Completely until it breaks.
We are hunters hot as flames.
We are hunters cold as ice.
We are hunters that cannot be tamed.
You're a hunter that threw away your life.
Watch as they stare to cure their boredom.
As they play with our lives they force us to kneel.
But we won't let them take our freedom.
We will make ourselves one that they all fear.
Channel the anger swelling inside you.
Refuse to die as those trampled flowers.
Tear past the twilight until you break through.
With no hesitation release your crimson bow and arrow.
