Tsukiyo ni ukabu zanzou karisome no kuroi kioku
Kutsujoku tekina yugamu asa fujun na koukai e
Mukuwa renai koi naraba semete
Ano yo de musuba retai nante
Negai wo iku senmo
Sono chi ni ueta kemono no you ni
Kore demo shitsuji DEATH wai zatsu na sou shi sou ai
Daichi wo akaku someru katen kouru ke chirashite
SHINEMATIKU REKOUDO tamashii to kioku no FIRUMU
Chimidoro no mousou kakinarashite tada motomeru
Koyoi no yume hakanaku shinigami tachi no suikyou
Choushou suru yaiba de egaku tsuki akari no naka de
Mukashi banashi to akai WAIN
Kuchi utsushi de sasage sasete to
Negai wo chi ni somete
Mekurumeku wana shibireru you ni
Soredemo lady DEATH yosooi no hyakaryouran
Yozora ni tsume wo tateru akai namida ni utarete
ANAROGU na SHINEMATIKU midarana NOIZU to kagerou
Koukotsu no hyouryou kizutsuke atte tada oboreru
Kore demo shitsuji DEATH kyouran no iseki ni chou
Koku ni akai toiki maku wo yurashi fukinukete
SHINEMATIKU REKOUDO tsuki sasu ai no rouraku
Isshun no eien shinku no yume ni tada kogareru
The afterimage floating in the moonlit night
is my transient black memory.
In a distorting morning of disgrace,
I sail a voyage of corruption.
If it's an unrequited love,
then at least let us bond in the other world...
I've been making that wish countless times,
like a beast hungry for your blood!
I am after all Butler Death, always ready to kill you or our love.
The curtain that's dyeing the earth red, I'll kick it into pieces.
The cinematic records and the films of souls and memories
are what I earnestly seek, as I strum my blood-stained delusions.
Tonight I've just had a very faint dream,
where I delineate, with my sneering blade,
the eccentricity of the death gods,
in the moonlight.
The old folklore and also some red whine,
please allow me to feed them to you mouth-to-mouth...
As I dye that wish red with blood,
my trap starts to dazzle, as if to numb you.
And still I am Lady Death, always dressed extravagantly.
Being rained down by bloody tears, I dig my nails into the night sky.
In the analog cinematic records, we make lewd noises, heat hazes,
shrouded in drifting ecstasy, inflict wounds to each other, and then start drowning away.
I am after all Butler Death, a brightly crimson butterfly.
As I send a red sigh into the empty air, it blows through and shakes the curtain.
The enticement of love stabs through the cinematic records,
while I simply yearn for a deep crimson dream in the eternity of a brief instant.