Ah ... The sweet voice of a heart
That wishes for instincts
Starved I hide my fangs and smile at these spoils
Well, I will colour it in pretty blood for you
To make this world move on to reasonable senses
Open the white doors

Ah ... I wish for the rose
That streams within the white walls
To the foolish ones that still hesitate at my contract
Well, I will dye it in a pretty colour for you
To make this world move on to reasonable senses
Tear the white skin into pieces

It is a sublime rose-coloured symphony
With the tact of grief that dances at the elegance
Fate is a rhapsody of the darkness
I turn my arm at my back

Ah ... Inside of my small memory
They play an instrument
Ah ... A ball where pretty dresses are worn
The Aristocrats sing and dance
Without knowing the meaning of that blood

It is a sublime rose-coloured symphony
With the tact of grief that dances at the elegance
Fate is a rhapsody of the darkness
I turn my arm at my back

Ah ... Inside of my small memory the rhapsody goes on
Well, I will colour everything in pretty blood for you now
I will colour it up for you, to the world of the rose