shot of magic. handful of desert. At the monument of time, I tell the myths of eternity.

I am Sailor Pluto, messenger of Hades. I will not pardon those [bad word] near these forgotten sacred precincts.

That musical tune is maddening like the wind. That figure is a person frozen in ice. Not knowing of the dawn, not seeing [bad word] night, only my garnet eye crosses time, and I think of the people I love.

Pluto Planet Power, Make Up! Shadows of evil, spirits who have violated the prohibition, now you will [bad word] away from before the door of my vow. Dead Scream!