Lyric

The Curse approaches, blood spattering

We're the curses shaped like a blades

The Annihilation never ends

Clear the table now

I'm sick of this pointless camaraderie

The ice in the glass is already melted

Wake up the idiot next to you

I'll show you how serious this is

It’s time too late

始発が出たからって家に帰れると思ってんじゃねえよ

大事そうなその椅子

今から蹴落としてやるっつってんだよ

Is your headache caused by a hangover?

Or fear of what lies ahead?

You've got one bullet left

You think you can take me down with just one shot?

I can see your twisted face reflected in this gleaming blade

Cut them down, Muramasa

What this field needs is strife

I'll always be at the center of trouble

You're here to make it fun, right?

You holy-shitty pretenders

We're the rebels

We're on a different dimension

We’re the rebels

Bring me the thirteenth chair

Don't you dare

Mistake my right hand for that dull blade

You don't feel pain

Just leave it to me