WARNING! CONTAINS BLOOD/GORE
Original translation by Kanannon/Tenjouten, edited by mois, I hope you enjoy.
I WORKED VERY HARD ON THESE, PLEASE DO NOT USE THESE LYRICS WITHOUT CREDITING ME! THANK YOU!
(Words in Italics are spoken, rather than sung.)
MEIKO: (Make sure you leave
nothing left!)
In a vile mansion filled
with a gross, sickly, rotting stench
Begins a feast prepared
for a most disgusting, vile wench
On the table are the foods
that no one should ever devour
And there sits the woman
who’ll consume it all within the hour.
“Vanika Conchita” is what
this senora’s name would be,
She used to go after the
most gourmet foods ever, you see
At the end, I must
contend, she started going rather mad
What she’s raving that
she’s craving is the worst food in the land.
Bow before this Senorita;
bow to your great Lady Conchita
All the ingredients this
world contains
She’ll savor each flavor
til nothing remains
To gobble up everything in
this world is my goal
Bring me still more, for
my enormous stomach’s not yet full
Even this gleaming blue
poison will help grant my wish
It’ll be nice to serve it
as the spice on my main dish
Eat up your fill of this
swill until there’s naught but bones
Even chew on the dishes if
your hungry stomach still moans
The happiness that dances
on the tip of the tongue
This dinner is not yet
over for the night is still young
This year’s 15th
cook entered the dining hall of the chateau
And nervously murmured in
a frightened voice so very low
“I resign, please let me
go, I’m exhausted, O Mistress.”
Hmph, why must you people
always be so very useless?
Bow before this Senorita;
bow to your great Lady Conchita
Everybody who betrays her
Still serve her as the
very next dinner
Devour everything in this
world, let nothing waste
I’ve drawn up an exclusive
menu I can’t wait to taste
With blue hair and pale
skin glowing a milky sheen
It is the perfect
appetizer to my salads green
Eat up your fill of this
swill until there’s naught but bones
Go and get “second helpings” if your hungry stomach still moans
“Hey, little servant, get
back here: I won’t let you waste
Hold still for me; your
Mistress is craving a little taste”
Days have passed, alone at
last, her mansion’s no longer replete
She walks the halls, her
hunger calls, but there’s nobody left to eat
Still she looks in every
nook, her need becoming still more dire
To find the most gruesome
food is still her heart’s only desire
(If I leave any food
behind, I’ll be punished!)
Devour everything that’s
been left within the land
Struck by a thought, she
looked down at her very own right hand
With a small smile, she
murmured, “What a lovely treat!
Why, there’s still
something unique that I have to eat!”
Conchita’s last meal was
the most gruesome of all
Hunger’s consumed her; her
gluttony has been her downfall
The stomach that’s
digested every food from every place
She has made sure that no one will ever know its taste
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