Harima: What, another song?
Hanai: Don't tell me you can't feel it too!
Harima: Well...
Hanai: First verse is yours!
Harima: Hey! What the-
What is this?
Why can't they understand?
What word or art could show my love?
There was a time, when my fist was law
In one blow the problem was solved
What is this?
Why does she turn away?
What deed or word could make her see?
Stepped down from Heaven, face of a god
In one glance, all my doubts are gone, for
We, the holy ones- soldiers of innocence
Children of truth and justice
We go out on the way
To fight for freedom, fight for innocence
There he stands
The enemy of my obsession
Beyond my aggression
My fist cannot prevail
What is this fear I have, of letting go?
Rage against the heavens,
As the curtain closes on the final show
There she stands
The angel of my obsession
Beyond my posession
My will cannot assail
What is this fear I have, of letting go?
Why does my heart feel pain,
As my fist lands the final blow?
In my brightest hour, one fear is reborn
As the story ends, my heart is torn
A thousand miles of tears and glory, has led to this?
Raise yours hands, one final strike-
Way of the Fist!
We, the holy ones- soldiers of innocence
Children of truth and justice
We go out on the way
To fight for freedom, fight for innocence