Mirror of the World

Nan man da bu
Nan man da bu

Chanting into the abyss purifies the six senses

If that's what you call karma, I must be a demon
God knows that no voice can be heard by the damned

The emptiness of the heretics is form, the ignorance of the three thousand impurities of the origin, the three thousand Hinayana
No forgiveness necessary

In the light, cut away (cut off all vexations)
It's never over, yesterday
I'm the time exile
I am the ghost of my name (just call my name)
I'm the time exile (I'm the time exile)
Sever, tear, fear

Chanting into the abyss purifies the six senses

There is no salvation, only armageddon
God knows, there are those who would better hand the vexations unto them

The emptiness of the heretics is form, the ignorance of the three thousand impurities of the origin, the three thousand Hinayana
No forgiveness necessary

In the light, cut away (cut off all vexations)
Today, which will never begin
I'm the time exile
I am the ghost of my name (just call my name)
I don't need your sympathy
Why won't anyone leave me alone!?

If I had a comrade
I wonder what I would tell them
Yes, yes, I knew the answer, oh

In the light cut away (break off all vexations)
(Cut of all vexations)
It's never over yesterday, no, don't stand still
My vengeance will be sacrificed
The pain kill the pain
The hardest road lies ahead
I will be a mirror of the world

On abokya beiroshanou makabodara mani handumajimbara harabaritaya un (I am not the exile)
Singing in the abyss is the purification of the six senses

On Abokya Beiroshanou (Break off all vexations)
Makabodara Mani Handuma (Cut away)
Jinbara harabaritaya un (I am not the exile)
Singing in the abyss is the purification of the six senses