From the deepest of my heart’s soul
To the loftiest of the heavenly sky
I shall call for justice from pain of old
And hereby of angel’s cry.
As that morning sun arousing
Be my witness of my mourning
Bring forth the life lost back
As I sacrifice mine’s luck.
And by this chronicle I could force
Be the follower of withold curse
Keep on breaking my whole cruise
One day a lot should play in reverse.