My Essence -

Roar!

Thunder provides their throats

With more strength

Crowd’s strained storm’s near to break out

I feel pain

They!

They have to oppress to revel

So I shall take this death-blow

I’m not afraid

I can’t fail!

Clouds are coming

It’s getting stuffy

I can’t breathe this night

It’ll deprive me of

All they can take

But my essence…

Faith now is ready to strike…

Strong or weak !?

I’ll, I’ll take it as it comes…

In my mind I am meek

Might is given to me by inside

It will grow up

While I perish non-stop

More and more

Clouds are coming

It’s getting stuffy

I can’t breathe this night

It’ll deprive me of

All they can take

But essence…

Light…

Clouds are coming

It’s getting stuffy

I can’t breathe this night

It’ll deprive me of

All they can take

But my essence’s light!