Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the palace of rest.
The long-haired vampire queen opened the dusty window
The shadow of the dead branches illuminates her face, as pure as a girl.
Her resentful voice sings with the dead.
My beloved, do you still remember my appearance?
Were you always sad the night I was buried?
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the palace of rest.
There are statues lying in the distance, with broken arms hidden aside.
That's the goddess's wild imagination, pointing the direction with her middle finger.
Little red flowers bloom beside her, it is heaven
There is an abyss in front, and a small river flows.
The blood-like river water irrigates the bloodthirsty desire.
That's the Queen's soup plate, holding the stale soup.
She would snap the flower's neck and ask it if it was sad.
My lover from afar, do you remember my appearance?
When my bleeding stopped, were you always sad?