Love, malice, desire, murderous impulses…
One person, two people, three, four, five, six
A rain of 1000 needles brushed against
The dying daimyo's neck as his people starved
An unusual murderous impulse welled up
In the starving beggars I hired to serve me
I was stirred up by that red kimono
Your warmth will make me go mad

ASASA A IYA OH ASA ASA ASA!

What are you looking at, grasping that blade of yours?
Will you talk to your irrecoverable past self?
I kicked up my geta straps, imitating a dancing girl
Not knowing and not speaking is forbidden
The songstress was bloodstained, and the dancing girl was headless
Their faces were foolish, their geta movements unskilled

Lining up the slaves: one, two
Your warmth will make me go mad

ASASA A IYA OH ASA ASA ASA!

Love, malice, desire, murderous impulses.....
One person, two people, three, four, five, six

SA SA SA SA SA SA SA SA SA SA SA SA SA!

The ones who dies by sawing do not smile at the fox's wedding
The beggars speak, saying "give it all back!"
Smiling at the mirror, with a baby in her womb
The bakeneko cannot speak if everything comes to an end

//Shikyou The Amanojaku screaming//

Soon, the curtain will rise on tonight's spectacle
One, tow, I line the slaves up
When the curtain rises, you'll forget everything
Now, welcome! Welcome to the pit of savages
The brutish audience has their eyes wide open
It begins, and they bathe in spurts of blood
I'm all worked up. I stab you, over and over
Your warmth will make me go mad
I continue to wait behind the pussy willows
I amuse myself with dolls, placing their heads in nooses
The beggar hag begs in the beggars' settlement
But not a single coin is on the corpses at the gate
Left to the crows, they're crushed where they lie
Be frightened and live! It's simple as that

What are you looking at, grasping that blade of yours?
Will you talk to your irrecoverable past self?
I kicked up my geta straps, imitating a dancing girl
Not knowing and not speaking is forbidden
The songstress was bloodstained, and the dancing girl was headless
Their faces were foolish, their geta movements unskilled

Escorted to the fox's wedding by the will-o'-wisps
I entrusted them to the dolls, saying "All is forgiven."

HAI! HAI! HAI! HAI!

HAI! HAI! HAI! HAI!

Love, malice, desire, murderous impulses…
One person, two people, three, four, five, six
The lonely bride lost her umbrella
She hides, acting as if all was stripped away
Who's next? Who's next, I wonder?
Sleep brings with it solitary darkness, in the threshold between dreams and reality
I embrace you in the end and I whisper:
"Open up? Open up? Open up? Open up?"