The beat of death from now on
The primordial beat that is about to begin
The beat of enchantment to come
The Beat of Hell
The beat of the grudge that begins from now on
The old lock of the storehouse cracks open with a single roar of thunder.
It's the box that's giving off an uncommon specter.
Flowers and birds in gold, silver and high maki-e
and birds in gold, silver and high maki-e are about to fly out of the black ground
as if enchanted by them.
Like a mummy catcher becoming a mummy
I unravel the strings with trembling hands
The hinges rattling like a
like a broken bag of laughs.
The dull gleam in the wood of the body is a magnificent red oak.
I want you to click your heels and dance around and around
I want to beat my drum as fast as I can
it moves by itself, bathed in lightning
I'm flying away into the night sky
I'm the one who's left behind
I lie down on the ground, beating the empty sky
In front of the drum that can give me such a hallucination
I can't stay sane any longer
I just want to beat that drum
I'm sure it's the kind of sound that makes your heart tremble
I'm sure it's a tone that makes my heart tremble
The time is now, now!
Gloomy, quiet, beautiful
Gloomy, quiet, and beautiful
Gloomy and quiet and beautiful
But don't touch that drum
I heard a story later (I don't even want to think about it)
I (he) took the raw head of a woman of earthy color
Like a broken spring-loaded doll
In the storehouse.
I heard that he was repeatedly beating the head of a woman in the storehouse.
Her cheeks were thin and her eyes hollow.
Her cheeks were skinny, her eyes hollow, her hair both overgrown.
Her flesh-smudged lips were torn open, over and over again.
Dance round and round, clicking your heels
I want to beat my drum as fast as I can
It moves by itself, bathed in lightning
I'll fly far into the night sky
the body is painted with blood and cursed with tacks
the skin of a man who looks like a tanned fish
make me crazy, just possess me
its drum won't let me stop even if my palm cracks