Then I realized that I was lonely, in this candlelit room of dreary…I'm blind temporarily, but, I can sense your spirit with me…
As a shamisen is played…
The blossoms frozen over…the quince in my sweets platter…reminds me…
The wooden floor boards creak sadly; a soft whine…
It sure is dark out and this lantern isn't enough to take the drowning pool of black
I remember you liked this incense…The wind carries it's perfume like a ghost…as I walk over to you
The dark stones on your grave, I piled high…
My eyes glow in the dark brother…
My vengeance does not die…it becomes an even more dangerous monster
White drapes on my arms feel so heavy, I almost blend in with the snow
Maybe if I lie here by your grave, I'll dissolve into it and join you…
But…I stay…an avenger…to paint this very snow red with their faces…is the ultimate retribution
I lie before your stone loving brother…the wind is softly caressing me with ice, slowly…covering me… in ice…