If you're going to pull out a gun from inside the bouquet
Then it'll be a fight to kill time.
Show me your guts, guy.
Half-baked feelings and you'll die.
If you invite me, it'll go from a party to a battlefield.
Slip through the thrills with a jump.
Dance in the midst of terror.
If you're scared, go run somewhere.
...That's why
I'm called a Black Queen. Trouble is my specialty.
You got a bad dream. Are you prepared?
In an emergency situation, a dazzling devilish beauty
Fights to kill time.
Show me your guts, guy.
Half-baked feelings and you'll die.
Well, don't you have balls? With your shameless speech and conduct.
What cheap-looking pride.
In the end, something like that is a lie.
Right away it's time for a sea of trees.
...Well, 'cause.
I'm called a Black Queen. Caught in a trap laid out
You got a bad dream, and you fall to complete submission.
To say "Unfair!" is the same as a word of praise.
When you dive into the pit of despair
So much that it's pitiful,
When I see that it makes me smile.
It's nearly like I'm a demon with the world under my thumb.
It's overflowing with handy toys
This "Heaven and Earth".
I'll make God, Buddha, and yes, you too
Into my cute, little underlings. I'm just "self-centered".
I'm called a Black Queen. If you ruin my mood,
You got a bad dream. I'll punish you by forcing you stark naked.
I'm called a Black Queen. With a cool face,
You got a bad dream, I'll show you hell.
I'll make you a scapegoat.
It's nearly like I'm a demon with the world under my thumb.
It's overflowing with handy toys
This "Heaven and Earth".
I'll make God, Buddha, and yes, you too
Into my cute, little underlings. I'm just "self-centered".
Accept it; This is my love.
Then it'll be a fight to kill time.
Show me your guts, guy.
Half-baked feelings and you'll die.
With a light that pierces through the night sky
My mood is feeling a bit high.
So I'll play until morning tonight.