life lived puny and miserably; 
Once dead, should it not knock at the door? 
The little master watches attentively; 
"What loathsome tales." 

large-reaching throat and body, 
As if dissolving a dead heart, 
Slowly gulp down life, 
Gouging out eyes... 

Say, you wished for it too, didn't you? 
In that moment I glared at you... 
Such tragic souls 
Are my favorite meal... 
 [bad word] to my womb, 
Love and ego's final destination 
You too will soon be born anew; 
Is it not fantastic, to be like a monster? 

"Oh, god, why?", hm? 
"I don't want it," you cry 
Merely accept it - this is fate! 
The next, next, next master, I eagerly await... 

Myths, lives, the destinies of people, 
Even carelessly falling in love... 
The quiet snake laughs loud: 
"Such foolish things." 

Ahh, I just can't seem to get enough 
Of tasting their darkened hearts; 
Possessing their little lives, 
Embedding in their eyes... 

Ahh, it dwells in you, does it not? 
The ability (fate) of meeting (unifying) eyes... 
Indeed, in this tragedy, 
You are the "queen"... 

Lives, give praise; 
As love and ego press hands together, 
The shaking days begin to [bad word]  
And toward the initial tragedy, they pace together... 

"Give it back," you lament 
"I've had enough," you wail 
You think I care? That is fate! 
This terrible, brittle, puny story is the real thing! 

How idiotic are your lives... 
Time and time again, you resist, 
Beginning to revert to the same old story, 
Recklessly, uncouthly, 
Crying, weeping, howling, writhing... 

Ahh, what unsightly lives! 
Before you even ask "Why?" 
You demand too much - serve for your crime! 
hollow miracle snaps and [bad word] .. 

"I, I don't even care anymore"; 
Again and again, you just sit and cry 
As even the end immediately fades, 

The next, the next, the next [bad word]  
At the next, and the next day, 
And the next, and the next, I'll still sneer...