Kritanta

That very nice girl back then couldn't understand what was going on, 

Still holding on to the last bits of that very unfortunate night,

Even my dreams are bothered by the voices of gunshots.

It's been so long since I had a peaceful sleep.

Wishing if that night had never occurred, I would have remained the same.

But I don't wish to change a thing because they made me.

That very night led me to meet my Saviour - my dad.

Even if we aren't blood-related, he's more to me.

The one who saved me while I slowly succumbed to death.

Those days then, made me strong, even though I lost my peace.

Now, there are a lot of blood stains on my hands,

It has deeply penetrated into my skin,

It's so inevitable to wash them off.

I know I'm doing right; I've never taken an innocent life.

But my enemies were sure the wrong monsters, 

Whom I never feared, because I'm the Goddess of Death,

And they call me Kritanta.