Songstress of the Phoenix, O Beauty

All alone,

Barefoot, I step onto this blood-red land piled with bones.

Pale, gleaming skeletons,

Vivid, lurid bloodstains,

Rotting, foul-smelling corpses.

Without hesitation, I kick them aside and step forward.

A fiend without mercy, a bloodthirsty Asura.

--This is what true hell looks like.

Let's go to hell together,

so neither of us will be lonely.