Shijun no zankoku (translation: english)

Even though I know that it's a sweet trap, without resisting the curiosity of temptation
The curse binds me tight enough to be able to yearn for it

Enchanted by the fruit of love

If the darkness of annihilation is to be my desire, then my hands will obey it
Even if I'm to desire the darkness of silence, will I present it?
And my purest thoughts degrade into a tender yet cruel puppet

Even though it's a sin that melts into a pretense-like illusion, it's beloved
Even if it's filled to the point of mingling together, it'll seem to disappear

Connected by bodies of love

Setting fires of parting to all of my pasts is also obeying it
That which flows from my lost eyes faintly stains my soiled chest
And my purest thoughts tenderly and cruelly scorch my body

If the darkness of annihilation is to be my desire, then my hands will obey it
Even if I'm to desire the darkness of silence, will I present it?
And my purest thoughts degrade into a tender yet cruel puppet