How Romans set out to desecrate
Why hasn't the bitterness been washed away
Why do I still hesitate?
For how long your robes were being torn
For how long were their ears to your pleas dull
Where did they look when you mourned
And overhead flew the seagull, the snow-white seagull
Don't know what to say, I can only hold you in my arms
But the bond was already broken
And done are all the harms
Like a bad word when it's already spoken
Southern malevolence evokes pure hatred
I would crush every Roman skull
Spirits can't keep the loud torment sated
And overhead flew the seagull, the snow-white seagull
He too, would his prey seek
And would not speak, even if I pried
Not even if I cut open his beak
Wrongdoers should be to a cross tied
Maybe it's worse, I might not pull down the blinder
You cry, I struggle, like a herd before the cull
What to do with a debt with no creditor
Only the seagull knows, the blood-stained seagull