作曲できる奴ちょっとこい

Prohibited fruits
The poetry of this ruin of one's country, ruin, and me who picked it
up sung for whom people starve
The satan makes the hell becoming part while being breathed in
energies.

With a vivid, white moon
It starved for blood.
The dead
It tears up the body.
It makes it to provisions.

Night when pain and pleasure echoed
Holy nut
Shooting down
The god is a blade of ..lowering.. judgment.

Exterminated us.