I am a cogwheel of the fate. この躯は運命の歯車でできている I've already fired furnace of my heart, 炉に情熱の灯火を And kept blood and tears in crucible of my brain. 坩堝に涙と血液を Criticism is my hammer, 批難は鉄槌 And organ is my anvil. "はらわた"は"かなとこ" Withstood too much pain to realize ideal. 彼の者は独り、理想に焦死する No Need to Hope望むことは無く …