You point the muzzle to your own head But the fingers pulling the trigger isn ʼt just like yours Stop crying if you shout It is not scary to die I feel dizzy more than usual today Who are you praying for? Nobody sees you God whom you believed had died long ago Burn down a cross This is a message from me Pull the trigger by yourself Such a thing that is justice or evil does not There is not the blessing in the world anyway But your existence is certain Your pain is only identified by yourself Put a soul on the trigger Even if somebody is going to stop it, do it We are not controlled Put a soul on the trigger Do not be deceived by an imitation 降り注ぐ 忌諱の声 あの愛しい 花は揺れている 空は堕ちていく 迫る影に血の雨を ああもう二度と 帰らぬとも 闇夜に浮かぶ 生きた証は 蘇る 死の灰となりて Nobody can escape from death I canʼt do anything but living “now” There ʼs nothing you can do about it Nobody can escape from death I'm ready for death I only pull a trigger afterward This body does not expect death so as to be sad I seem to choking oneself, and it is hard that I breathe Heaven and Hell lives in all of us No one needs to know I fear I'm too far gone Pray for the dead 降り注ぐ 忌諱の声 あの愛しい 花は揺れている 空は堕ちていく 迫る影に血の雨を ああもう二度と 変わらぬとも 月夜の元で 餓える少女の 生き様は 蜜の味