聖夜の路地　灯りが瞬くたび

誰かの笑い声が　胸を刺すの

黒いローブひるがえし

私はまた“孤独”に口づけをする

ねぇ、神様の生誕をけがす人間に

祝福？ええ、救済します

聖なる銀の弾丸で

仲良く天国にイカせてあげる

救済執行　甘い口づけ

静かに　あなたの夜へ撃ち落とす

壊れてしまえと願ったのは

私か、それとも聖なる夜か

抱擁も口づけも　噓で満たす

聖夜に鳴る鐘のように響くこえ

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寄りそう二人の笑顔が

やけに眩しくて　目をそらした

祈りの裏側で　疼いてしまうの

“救わねばならないのは　結局私”

捧げた十字架が　疼いてなる

静寂を裂くのは

慈悲か　それとも私の欲？

救済執行　甘い光

迷える魂ほど　美しい

孤独が似合うあなたの首筋へ

そっと照準を合わせたら

ああ、この夜だけは

聖女の皮を被らせて

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鐘の音が　まるで破壊の指図

天の気まぐれに任せて

私はあなたの闇を　飲み干したいだけ

悪い子でしょう？

それでも救われたいのは　誰？

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救済執行　最終警告

神頼みなんて　今更できないから

あなたの胸に落とす一粒の光

それが愛か裁きか　決めるのは夜明け

凍えた世界が　音もなくほどけて

ただ一つ　真っ赤な祈りだけ残る

Merry Christmas

Let there be light

English Version

On Christmas Eve, the lights along the alley flicker,

and every burst of laughter pierces through my chest.

I flip my black robe in the cold night air,

and once again, I kiss my own “solitude.”

Hey, to the humans who profane the birth of God—

Blessings? Oh yes, I’ll grant salvation.

With a sacred silver bullet,

I’ll send you all to heaven together.

Execution of salvation, a sweet kiss—

Quietly, I shoot you down into your night.

Was it me, or this holy night,

wishing for everything to break?

Hugs and kisses filled with lies,

a voice ringing like the bells of Christmas Eve.

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The smiles of lovers leaning close

shine too brightly, and I look away.

Behind every prayer, something aches—

“The one who needs saving… is me after all.”

The cross I offered up throbbed and cried.

What tears through the silence—

Mercy, or my own desire?

Execution of salvation, a gentle light—

How beautiful the wandering souls are.

To your neck, where loneliness suits you best,

I align my sights so softly.

Ah… just for this night,

let me wear the skin of a saint.

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The bells toll as if ordering destruction,

and I leave myself to the whims of the heavens.

I only want to drink down your darkness,

Isn’t that wicked of me?

And yet, who is it that still seeks salvation?

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Execution of salvation—final warning.

It’s far too late to rely on God now.

Onto your chest, I drop a single grain of light.

Whether it’s love or judgment—

dawn will decide.

A frozen world unravels without a sound,

leaving only one bright red prayer behind.

Merry Christmas

Let there be light