The defendant's seat is empty and the public gallery is nothing but rubbish Come, let's start this farce called a trial
Seeking because of God's decrees There is but only one vessel left If you know where it is Please testify, "Sorcerer of Time".
Time passes, the form changes, the master changes This has already appeared on stage However I do not know where it is either I fear that it may be in the hands of that girl
Seek, seek, seek them out Right or left or perhaps even below Seizing all the keys Seek out the "Master of the Underworld"
How long will this farce, continue? After that there is nothing
The soul of Adam that fell into the trap There is nothing left that you can do
The swinging scales, the disorganised scenario, the vessels sullied by sin Every song is played in one's own way, a dissonant capriccio The story already leaves the hands of gods and daemons and slowly walks away If they were at that place, would they complain so?
That which is truly terrible Is human lust
Let's sort out some information Lowly man who was drawn to daemon blood I give you permission to to please recite Of the time when you came to this forest
In my body dwells an abominable curse In order to undo it, it has become necessary That I find my ancestor's sword Alone I came to this forest
Kill him, eat him, but if it's impossible, arrest him The insolent man who entered the forest Judge him, judge him, in any case judge him A trial! A sentence! The death penalty!
When I was arrested, I prepared for the worst The capricious girl stretched out her hand
What I wanted was exactly to be a servant And I became the "Gardener"
"Sorcerer of Time" "Cursed Gardener" Substitutes for the vessels that won't wake Every treachery we hide in our hearts The invaders of disturbing elements
"Puppet Director" "Master of the Graveyard" "Gear" "Servant" "Master of the Underworld" The time when the end of everything has come, Who will be laughing?
Luli la luli la luli luli la The beat of the echoing irregular
Camaraderie, Trauma, Righteousness, Illusions Hope, Ruin, Dreams, Avarice, Love, Death Everything dissolves and continues to revolve The clockwork lullaby
Just before the death of the lonely man He built a movie theatre The utopia that he desired Will it be completed?
Come, let's see it with our own eyes This farce that is called life