>>[Demon Mask]

Pungent red blood wraps itself around the paper lantern
Again, I devour the bad, bad children
I hold Mother's gift and her neck in one hand
On this evening too, I glare at Buddha

On the moonlit night, in the midst of the whirling flowers in the snowstorm
I hide behind the demon's mask
pulling out my sword, I am now ready to face 
Mother's attacking questions, as I become a demon

Shaking, the sword that is dripping red
cuts and kills one, two, and badness
I pull and rub at Mother's neck and her enquiries 
On this evening too, I glare at Buddha

On the moonlit night, in the midst of the whirling flowers in the snowstorm
I hide behind the demon's mask
pulling out my sword, I am now ready to face 
the replacement of Mother's revengeful life
The path on which I walk on is one of no regret
The pain of regret has been dampened in the rain
Until this body decays
I won't be defeated
As the cresent moon contorts
on this evening too, I become a demon