A flaming sword flashing back and forth to guard the way up to the hilltop.
The guileful: "Afraid? You won't surely die.
This is my promise in conjunction with a pact between you and I."
Addicted to false words, darkness casts a cloud over the country.
What have you done! ? Traitor!
The river begins to flood the city with dirt and bricks carried away from the ground.
And now that the springs of the deep seem to be endless,
The floodgates will never bear up against the masses.
He sways the crowd by chaos. Cold-hearted!
May all those tempted be forgiven...