Analysis of Beloved by the Heart

"Fierce eyed,
Succumb hate,
Guts untamed,
Lyre that create.

Might that chants,
Wisdom that sore,
Truth that hurts,
Like a knife in the heart.

Colors of the dust,
A kind of chased to last,
In the eyes that is wild,
Where the star dust abide.

Whooping pain of hatred,
In the hands that chants,
Where love is abundant,
In the fierce way that light.

A shelter that behold,
A shield that was untold,
A sword that killed,
Sorrow that destroyed the evil world.

Beloved by the heart,
Restless as the wind,
Chased is the name of the game,
In the world where two edge sword exists."