妖花忍法帖

The scent of a mass of poppies in full bloom
Permeates everything

Among their dizzying limbs that sway in the secret garden
There’s a faint, not yet ripe magic

The silhouette reflected on my bed
Turns to my skin, a jealous field

I can’t stop the stupid lust that flares up at the feast
Magic bells ring out

On the night when the masses of mysterious flowers bloom
Even that empty magic joy
Ah, they gawk shamelessly
At my decayed, drooping wings
Though the dehydrated-looking flowers are destined to die
They fight it, dancing wildly
The more fiercely they bloom, the more empy they are when they die
Without a word of sympathy

On the night when the masses of mysterious flowers bloom
Even that empty magic joy
My decayed, drooping wings
Are swept away, indecently yet gracefully
In the excrement
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Sakimidareru ranman no
Shimikaeru ka wa keshi no hana

Mitsuen ni ugomeku memai sasou shishi wa
Urekiranai katamukanaru mashou

 [bad word] ni otsuru kagee wa
Furikaeru hada fusake nohara

Utage ni sazameku gumai na yokubou wo
Tomerarenai takanaru magane

Ayakashi no hana midaresaku yoi wa
Mateki de utsuro na etsuraku sae
Aa watashi no hane ni tareta kusare to
 [bad word] midara na haietsu ni
Nomihosaresou hana chiriyuku unmei ni
Midaremaite arakaedo
Hageshiku saku hodo munashiku chiriyuku
Awarebu koe mo naku

Ayakashi no hana midaresaku yoi wa
Mateki de utsuro na etsuraku sae
Aa watashi no hane ni tareta kusare to
 [bad word] midara de shinayaka na
Haietsu ni oshinagasareru ima mo