Heads shine on my caustic ride
The voices of these bastards are running after us
Immersed in Izanami, circles under the eyes
Her gaze will kill anyone, her gaze will kill a tsunami
Funeral march of ghouls, the last tick on the clock
My Totty is Shelly's Fight, I bring her a shotgun
Your heads are targets, I'll smash them in an instant
No sudden movements — your health bar is at one stroke