A long time ago, they used to believe
that within a beautiful person dwells an evil heart.
In secret, and then cold-heartedly,
the tragedy happens night after night.
The hand of an evil power
seeks the scent of young, unsullied blood.
In the midst of cruel pleasure
it grows drunk with it's victims' blood.
To keep its eternal beauty,
The tragedy happens night after night.
Please be careful
on a moonless night.
Wooo...
Boundless, and distant...
A barren wilderness, the wind blowing
A castle towering on a hill
talked about by the people.
Stay away [Don't ever get close]
or you will never return.
In secret, and then cold-heartedly,
The curtain fell on the tragedy.
(Tremble...) Sleep well...