作詞：TzChien
作曲：TzChien
They tell a tale of a man exiled
from his homeland to solitude
They tell a tale of his long journey
struggling searching the golden fleece
And they tell a legend that
the fleece's been healing wounds
without a price it lifts up all your repentance
And the sins you're born with
could be remitted
No memory of bitterness
They tell a tale of a man exiled
for he's murdered his family
They tell a tale of his misfortune
sneakily creeping all over him
And they tell a story that the house was mad and cursed
when one loves he kills others with a reaping-hook
'till the one survivor rips out his own throat
No one to love anymore (No one to love…)
Dalalada, dalalada...