Kuroshitsuji II - Shinku lyrics
rate metsukiyo ni ukabu zanzou
karisome no kuroi kioku
kutsujokuteki na yugamu asa
fujun na koukai emukuwarenai koi naraba semete
ano yo de musubaretai nante
negai o ikusen mo
sono chi ni ueta kemono no you nikore de mo shitsuji DEATH waizatsu na soushi souai
daichi o akaku someru kaaten-kooru ke chirashite
shinematikku rekoodo tamashii to kioku no firumu
chimidoro no mousou kakinarashite tada motomerukoyoi no yume hakanaku
shinigamitachi no suikyou
choushou suru yaiba de egaku
tsukiakari no naka demukashibanashi to akai wain
kuchiutsushi de sasagesasete to
negai o chi ni somete
mekurumeku wana shibireru you nisore de mo Lady DEATH yosooi no hyakka-ryouran
yozora ni tsume o tateru akai namida ni utarete
anarogu na shinematikku midara na noizu to kagerou
koukotsu no hyouryuu kizutsukeatte tada oborerukore de mo shitsuji DEATH kyouran no isseki-nichou
kokuu ni akai toiki maku o yurashi fukinukete
shinematikku rekoodo tsukisasu ai no rouraku
isshun no eien shinku no yume ni tada kogareru
English translation
The afterimage floating in the moonlit night
is my transient black memory.
In a distorting morning of disgrace,
I sail a voyage of corruption.If it's an unrequited love,
then at least let us bond in the other world...
I've been making that wish countless times,
like a beast hungry for your blood!I am after all Butler Death, always ready to kill you or our love.
The curtain that's dyeing the earth red, I'll kick it into pieces.
The cinematic records and the films of souls and memories
are what I earnestly seek, as I strum my blood-stained delusions.Tonight I've just had a very faint dream,
where I delineate, with my sneering blade,
the eccentricity of the death gods,
in the moonlight.The old folklore and also some red whine,
please allow me to feed them to you mouth-to-mouth...
As I dye that wish red with blood,
my trap starts to dazzle, as if to numb you.And still I am Lady Death, always dressed extravagantly.
Being rained down by bloody tears, I dig my nails into the night sky.
In the analog cinematic records, we make lewd noises, heat hazes,
shrouded in drifting ecstasy, inflict woulds to each other, and then start drowning away.I am after all Butler Death, a brightly crimson butterfly.
As I send a red sigh into the empty air, it blows through and shakes the curtain.
The enticement of love stabs through the cinematic records,
while I simply yearn for a deep crimson dream in the eternity of a brief instant.
