The night at the graveyard is about to start)
In the fairyland of the waltzing dreams)
Lalalalala
What a fun waltz of malice)

The eyes of the dolls)
Covered in soot glitter darkly, heralding the banquet)
It’s so sad. So painful)
Thus we clamor,)
Until you come)

I shall keep holding on to this malice for you,)
My once beloved—here at the far,)
Distant ends of the night,)
And I shall show you the way)
To the deep, deep bottom of hell,)
As I smile with my broken mouth)

During the day, I dream a bright dream;)
During the night, I harbor a dark wish)
Both are so much fun)

Rattle, rattle, it creaks.)
Thus they’re gathering again today,)
Here at this graveyard filled with ash)
And soot—those who once lived)
Let me make my wishes,)
And grant yours)
Come, let me hear)
Your most fervent prayers)

I shall keep cursing you,)
My once beloved—)
From the nadir of this world,)
Scattering the remains of)
The charred body)
And broken heart)
At this dark, dark bottom of the night)

Thus the merry bunch goes on)
Making dreams come true, day and night,)
Here in this far, distant fairyland)

I shall keep holding on to this malice for you,)
My once beloved—here)
At the far, distant ends of the night)
Come, let me hear the pleasant sounds you always make)
Indeed, this waltz of malice)
Is made up of your own voice, as you’re covered in wounds)
Lalala