The night at the graveyard is about to start in the fairyland of the waltzing dreams
Lalalalala lalalala 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
Oh
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
(Alt. Title(s): Waltz of Resentment, Waltz of Malice)