The Fire in her eyes burns so bright
The doubt, the cloak of disgust and the all-devouring dread,
This one goes out to the one I love...
This is the life that you've been waiting for..
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Heathens poured out the blood of saints...
Damn, if you didn't want me back
R.I.P. Kazuo Koike - Lone Wolf and Cub