The Gackt is my shepherd; I shall not want
He maketh me to lie down in a near faint: he leadeth me beside the still drums
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his music’s sake
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Mizer, I will fear no Mana: for Belle art with me; thy rod and thy staff they excite me.
Thou preparest a concert before me in the prescence of the parrot girls: thou anointest my head with thy sweat; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and j-rock shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Gackt forever.
