Paradiso≒Inferno
Yosei Teikoku (妖精帝國)
Paradise≒Inferno
The days of the ruins are the forbidden prison of taboos
The miracle that can be drawn is the virus of hell
The bell of despair goes to death in a frenzy
Rotting
Poison apple
The golden bird is burned in ecstasy
In the falling hell, the angel pierces crimson
The ultimate honey is a heartbreaking lie
Overflowing, swelling
Game castle
The wings torn in dreams
The bird pecks at the white ego
Flowers and honey and falling dolls
Sweetly deeply heal
Paradise
The sacred prayer is the symbol of depravity
No matter what miracle, the end is to corrupt
The nail of the king is the lament of the sage
Break, destroy
Ideal land
The holy blood on the trembling body
The maiden's life scatters the crumbling luminous
In the cruel days, the comfort of pain
Deception, rupture
Apocalypse
The unending beggars fear the prayer
Lust, greed, shout for peace
Butterflies, feathers, beautiful things
The gods finally go mad with envy
The drifting debris, the calamity of the ruins
The chaos born, the signal of awakening
The overlapping consciousness is the soul of the past
Circling akasha
Cosmic nest
Suppressing impulses, the loneliness of pleasure
Under the ruins of decay, the desire for annihilation
The scent of desire is the warning of freedom
Falling, falling
Until hell
The heaven and hell and the holy city have a vague boundary line
Living in fear of unknown death, cruel
Inferno
The number of misfortunes is counted many times and compared with others
Unable to reach happiness, lonely
Paradise
The days of the ruins are the forbidden prison of taboos
The miracle that can be drawn is the virus of hell
The bell of despair goes to death in a frenzy
Rotting
Poison apple
The golden bird is burned in ecstasy
In the falling hell, the angel pierces crimson
The ultimate honey is a heartbreaking lie
Overflowing, swelling
Game castle
The sacred prayer is the symbol of depravity
No matter what miracle, the end is to corrupt
The nail of the king is the lament of the sage
Break, destroy
Ideal land
The holy blood on the trembling body
The maiden's life scatters the crumbling luminous
In the cruel days, the comfort of pain
Deception, rupture
Apocalypse
The unending beggars fear the prayer
Lust, greed, shout for peace
Butterflies, feathers, beautiful things
The gods finally go mad with envy
The drifting debris, the calamity of the ruins
The chaos born, the signal of awakening
The overlapping consciousness is the soul of the past
Circling akasha
Cosmic nest
