A single piece of a sentence is scattering like ashes
And in the light mist, time is lying thick
My broken body is, ah, at some place
Where it will continue to rot
As I wriggle my dirty fingers
The Jorougumo spits out her poisonous threads
And with the ghosts of the past tied up
She strangles the heat from my body
With simplicity compared to a laughingstock
I pass through and cross over its surface
And with these truly sinful people
Oh, what should I do?
Foolishly falling in love tangles me up
With the endless affection of a fool's love
It's heresy to fall, and even if I cling to Hell
My rising spirit will also vanish in the spider's threads
I burn the yakshas, but if it's not possible
To retrace my steps on the bitter road of passion
My stomach is ready now
As I draw out my scabbard and hesitantly raise the sword above my head...
The aroma of my tattoos is that of black dyed cherry blossoms
While I conceal them within lacquered darkness
Loving another person from far away
Is a pain that would have festered exhaustively
I look up at the bare bones of the trees in the evening
Even if the woman that lives on them is the skull of the moon
Every time the white jewel that is her stomach becomes full
Death comes forth from birth
Like a baby that didn't know the morning sun
My family wraps me up and I sleep
And with these truly pitiable people
Oh, should I do this?
Loving my life, I pile up pebbles at the Sainokawara
And play with my sorrow
A hundred demons pass by, splitting open the hoozuki
While lacking the time to fall down the mountain of needles
I embrace the female yakshas, my penitence weather-beaten
And if I don't ever again intend to go back home
The fortune predicted for me
Is to tear off my nails and suspensefully count the petals...
With these frightening people
Oh, what should I do?
My life is still valuable, so I'll drink up
The bitterness of the feelings festering in my throat
If I hide them from Buddha, he'll burn my wisdom to flames
So I'll continue collapsing to the point of being beautiful
I embrace the female yakshas, so that I
Don't ever turn back to the routes of my dreams
And now, the ankles I'd stepped forward with
As the snow dances, are buried in the snow that flutters down...
Foolishly falling in love tangles me up
With the endless affection of a fool's love
It's heresy to fall, and even if I cling to Hell
My rising spirit will also vanish in the spider's threads
I burn the yakshas, but if it's not possible
To retrace my steps on the bitter road of passion
My stomach is ready now
As I draw out my scabbard and hesitantly raise the sword above my head...
And in the light mist, time is lying thick
My broken body is, ah, at some place
Where it will continue to rot
As I wriggle my dirty fingers
The Jorougumo spits out her poisonous threads
And with the ghosts of the past tied up
She strangles the heat from my body
With simplicity compared to a laughingstock
I pass through and cross over its surface
And with these truly sinful people
Oh, what should I do?
Foolishly falling in love tangles me up
With the endless affection of a fool's love
It's heresy to fall, and even if I cling to Hell
My rising spirit will also vanish in the spider's threads
I burn the yakshas, but if it's not possible
To retrace my steps on the bitter road of passion
My stomach is ready now
As I draw out my scabbard and hesitantly raise the sword above my head...
The aroma of my tattoos is that of black dyed cherry blossoms
While I conceal them within lacquered darkness
Loving another person from far away
Is a pain that would have festered exhaustively
I look up at the bare bones of the trees in the evening
Even if the woman that lives on them is the skull of the moon
Every time the white jewel that is her stomach becomes full
Death comes forth from birth
Like a baby that didn't know the morning sun
My family wraps me up and I sleep
And with these truly pitiable people
Oh, should I do this?
Loving my life, I pile up pebbles at the Sainokawara
And play with my sorrow
A hundred demons pass by, splitting open the hoozuki
While lacking the time to fall down the mountain of needles
I embrace the female yakshas, my penitence weather-beaten
And if I don't ever again intend to go back home
The fortune predicted for me
Is to tear off my nails and suspensefully count the petals...
With these frightening people
Oh, what should I do?
My life is still valuable, so I'll drink up
The bitterness of the feelings festering in my throat
If I hide them from Buddha, he'll burn my wisdom to flames
So I'll continue collapsing to the point of being beautiful
I embrace the female yakshas, so that I
Don't ever turn back to the routes of my dreams
And now, the ankles I'd stepped forward with
As the snow dances, are buried in the snow that flutters down...
Foolishly falling in love tangles me up
With the endless affection of a fool's love
It's heresy to fall, and even if I cling to Hell
My rising spirit will also vanish in the spider's threads
I burn the yakshas, but if it's not possible
To retrace my steps on the bitter road of passion
My stomach is ready now
As I draw out my scabbard and hesitantly raise the sword above my head...