After the death of the “Collector”, Gallerian Marlon,The majority of his vast inheritanceWent missing
The collection pieces he had assembled during his lifeWere just junk with no cash valueBut they were claimed by the script wright “Ma”, who had been his only friend
Several days later, “Ma” vanished from the public
One day after many years had passed since then,“Ma” was sighted in the popularly called “Millenium Tree Forest”
At the same time, rumors began to spread that the “Collector”’s inheritanceWas hidden in the small theater built deep in the “Millenium Tree Forest”
Many who dreamed of making their fortunes entered the forestAnd not a single one has returned.
Before they knew it, the people began to call the “Millenium Tree Forest”
1. Welcome to the Forest (instrumental)
2. master of the graveyard
3. moonlit bear
4. The Last Revolver
5. Heartbeat Clocktower (FOREST VERSION)
6. The Tailor of Enbizaka
7. The Lunacy of Duke Venomania
8. To You of Few Words
9. The Daughter of White
10. Screws, Gears, and Pride
11. Twiright Prank (feat. Kagamine Rin & Len)
Welcome to EVILS FOREST.Was it “Nice to meet you”, I wonder? Or “Long time no see”?…Either one is fine, when it comes to this.
I am the one who was once called “Ma”, and currently named “The Gardener”.
Since we have the opportunity, I shall deign to tell you about the rules in this forest.
For one thing, if you run into the shady twins and the gluttonous woman, run away without hesitation.For one thing, you mustn’t scavenge for food.For one thing, shoot dead the one you love without hesitation. They are the enemy.For one thing, the theater is a den of demons. Don’t get close to it.For one thing, clean your clothes. What you think is dirt could very well be something else.For one thing, respect the opposite sex. An excessive degree of that is also a problem.For one thing, silence is golden.For one thing, whether the country falls to ruin or the world disappears that’s no business of yours.For one thing, simple is best. It’s a sin to think otherwise.For one thing, when the day ends you must hurry back.
I wonder if this is that kind of occasion?There really isn’t any need to worry if you can’t remember.After all, they’re rules that’ll change in the morning.
There’s one thing I forgot to mention.“Don’t rely on the things they who are in the forest say”
Abandoned! Cup! Beg! Crawl! Lose! Back! Lung! Ash! ×2 (If you become lost in the abandoned graveyard Give praise to the woman who holds the cup You’d better pray, honor, and kneel to her If you’re caught by the dead crawling around then it’s over Losers will have their limbs plucked Their backs cut open Their lungs, their guts, and their heart taken away, and eventually They’ll turn to ashes)
Honor and praise our own masterThe forest’s graveyard is her feeding groundsIn the corrupted graveyard with a rotten stench hanging in the airOur master’s name is the Evil Food Eater
Honor and praise the great masterIn a small theater in the middle of the graveyardShe was reborn as the ruler of the deadHer name is the Evil Food Eater
Completely devour it all!Everything in that worldAn eternally unending dinnerCome, let’s beginPreparation of theLost, pitiful intruders
Abandoned! Cup! Beg! Crawl! Lost! Back! Lung! Ash! ×4
“Ohohoho!Welcome to EVILS FOREST.First, would you like to be grilled?Would you like to be boiled?Or…Fufufu.Oh well, be at your leisure.In the end, down to your bones,Until there’s nothing left, I. SHALL. EAT. ❤”
An insatiable deadly sin, an end that can’t be seenThe forest’s graveyard is the entrance to madnessEnemies consumed by craving will be destroyedShe’s the chosen woman, the Evil Food Eater
The gardener’s ambitions are too an amusementRight now we’ll give ourselves over to herBut someday she, too, will be in the stomachOf the black hearted witch, the Evil Food Eater
Chew it all up!All of the maliceAn eternally undending nightmareDark red bloodIs being poured inThe cracked glass
Tirelessly chew it up!All of the maliceAn eternally unending nightmareUntil the day of the endingThat’s bound to come one day,Let’s continue to party
Three phantoms brought forth from the Glass of Conchita.Greedy trespassers go into their stomachs.
In a dark dark corner of the forestI picked up red red fruits
These are surely wonderful, wonderfulPresents from God
If I carry them home will we be delighted, I wonder?Maybe so happy we’ll cry
The moon is very pretty today, isn’t it?Let’s hurry, hurry to return home
For on a dark night such as thisA scary bear comes out
At long last I’ve found themFinally I’ve found themI certain don’t want to do something likeHand them over to anyone, to anyone
I run through a forest path where flowers bloomWhile I’m carrying with me red fruitsIf I return like this, he and ISurely can become happy
Later on however, a bear thatMade a scary face chases mePlease, forgive mePlease overlook me
I knew that in truth, these fruitsAre that bear’s treasures
I run, a wandering runI won’t hand over my happinessThe bear’s form is illuminated by the moonIts dark shadow draws closer to me
The correct path is already lostBut still I run, I only runI cry, the bear was crying tooThe two fruits were also crying
At last I finally arrived, at my beloved homeHe was kindly smiling, butHe saw the fruit I heldAnd made a very sad face
“Listen,Our children are alreadyNot in this worldReturn these childrenTo their true mother’s side”
Even if reality tore me apart somedayWith its fangs and clawsThose warm, kind fruitsI wanted them at any cost
God, with my own handsI committed an unforgivable sin“If you do it now you can start over”He said that, but
“That’s impossible! Because I already…”
Lying down outside the houseIs the corpse of a lone woman
Nearby, full of milkWas a small glass bottle…
The large number of tragedies of the forest.Everything began from here.
Santa gave to meA revolver with live roundsI aim at you standing before my eyes
Goodbye, the one I love
If I could do it overI’d want to go see the summer fireworks festival againJust the two of usSorry, ‘cause I knowThat such a thing is already impossibleBecause from the beginning, everything between usWas just too different
Beneath the cherry blossom treeYou met the “evil” meYou were on the side of “justice”
Even so, I came to like you
This isn’t my first time shooting someoneBut this is the first time I’ll shoot while crying isn’t it?Please, because it’s all my faultDon’t make such a kind face
In spring we met and fell in loveIn summer we made a lot of memoriesOn an autumn night we became oneIn winter we marked the end of everything
The hammer raises, my finger on the triggerMy index finger trembles slightlyIn the end I said “Sorry”In the end, you…
If I could do it overI’d want to go see the summer fireworks festival againJust the two of usDon’t worry, because I’m sureI’ll be able to see you soonLet’s always be togetherThat’s something we always said, huh?
The last “collection piece” whose location we don’t know.Will this amount to a clue to knowing that? Or just a simple error?
The sound of the clocktower’s gearsThat is the proof she’s aliveSo that this second hand doesn’t stopWatching over it is “my” role
The former master, a personification of greedWhy couldn’t he notice soonerThat his own sin would ruin himselfOne of these days?
The ugly burn marks that remainOn half of her body even nowEtch those two’s memories
Today again there are lostPitiful visitors who don’t know anythingBefore long they’ll probably be deliveredInto the “Master of the Graveyard”’s stomach
That “girl” pretending to be the lead roleAs usual is absorbing herself in selfishnessWhile the loneliness of having lost her “counterpart”Shows a little on her face
Just before his deathA solitary man createdThat small theater deep in the forestIn that time when it was left behind, it began to ring outThe clockwork lullaby
“Bloodstained scissors”, “Violet katana”The days we wait for those who have yet to wakeWhen all the songs have been recitedIt appears Utopia will complete
The clock hand stoppingMeans the end of herselfThe time left in the rusted and chipped gearsIsn’t long
Just before his deathA solitary man createdA small theater deep in the forestThe one acting as curator is the one he loved most“The Clockwork Doll”
Resolving myselfI gently placed my handInto my own left breast and reached in deeply…
My spring resoundsWith the gears of the clocktowerAnd the story begins anewSo that the clock hands don’t stopContinuing to turn is my role
The “collection pieces” are respectively starring, and playing minor roles.For their sake, I just continue to intently write stories.
There was a young woman who was the ownerOf a tailor shop in the corner of EnbizakaGood-natured, with definite skillShe was a popular girl in the neighborhood
What distressed such a womanWas her loved one’s infidelity“While he has someone such as meHe never returns home”
But I have to keep at my workI tightly grip my scissors in one handSewing scissors inherited from my motherThe more you sharpen, the better they cut
Today the town is like alwaysIndeed, it’s calm and peaceful as usualOn the main street I chanced upon himWho the heck is the woman next to him?
In a red kimono that suits her wellHe’s affectionate with that lovely womanUnable to bear walking to that sightI immediately left that place
But I have to keep at my workI tightly grip my scissors in one handWhile my cheeks are wet with tearsI work hard to resew a kimono
The town has an uneasy air for some reasonIt seems some scandal has occurredIn front of the bridge I chanced upon himWho the heck is the woman next to him?
With a depressed air about himHe’s nestled against a woman with beautiful hairThat green obi suits her very wellAhh, that’s the kind of girl you prefer?
But I have to keep at my workI tightly grip my scissors in one handWhile clearing my red eyesI work hard to mend an obi
The town has suddenly begun to make a fussIt seems there was another scandalAt the hairpin store I chanced upon himWho the heck is the woman next to him?
He was buying an ornate yellow hairpinFor a very young girlWhat the heck do you think you’re doing?You’re really indiscriminate, aren’t you?
But I have to keep at my workI tightly grip my scissors in one handWere the scissors this color before, I wonder?I work hard today as well
At last I’ve hit a stopping point in my workIf you won’t come to meet meI’ll go from here to meet you
The red kimono, the green obiThe yellow hairpin, I put it in my hairI’ve become the kind of woman you prefer~How is it? Aren’t I beautiful?
Today the whole town is in an uproarThis time a man has been killedWith this, it seems a whole family of fourHas been killed by someone
At any rate, he was a cruel man“Nice to meet you, good day” and suchIsn’t that like a stranger?Isn’t that like a stranger
But I have to keep at my workI tightly grip my scissors in one handSewing scissors stained redThe more you sharpen, the better they cut
The symbol of envy, the “collection piece”, Kayo’s scissors.It has filth that won’t come off. But it definitely isn’t rusted.
Today again, a lovely womanArrives at my sideYou, expressing a smile,Will become my new wifeThis power I obtained by a contractWith a forbidden demonAll of the women who see meFall into a charm
The man who obtained the power to charm women,Bringing in women who suit him one by oneTo the cellar of the the mansion where he lives alone,Built up a harem
The flavor of the libido with hidden poisonThe pleasure of the thrusted bladeBlood and sweat come together and mixBefore long changing to drops of purple
When the clothes come off and we embrace,We can never again return to reality
The old portraits I burned,My abandoned past selfI want to forget that faceThat everyone scornfully laughed atI embrace and kissAn adorable woman next to meYes, she was a former childhood friendWho made fun of me
Since one day the woman in this countryBefore they knew it went to be lost in lust one by oneSeparating some people’s wives and some people’s daughters,They were at a loss
The color of libido stained in darkness,Unrestrained and infinite lustThe illusions swallow down everything,Soon I won’t be human
In defiance of god I commit depravity,This is the night of insanity I wished for
Today again, a lovely womanArrives at my sideCome to my chest;Let’s dance in my haremI held you who drew close to me;
In that instant where I smiledWith a sudden sharp pain,My chest is stained in blood
A young man who was searching for his vanished loveDetermined she wasThe mansion where the demon livesAs a woman, the young man drew closer to himAnd thrust into the demon a dagger from his breast pocket
Stuck by a dagger with hidden poisonI collapsed then and thereBlood and sweat come together and mix,before long they’ll change to drops of purpleMy arts dissolved, all the women came to their sensesAnd rushed from the mansionLooking at me for just a moment,the last to leave from the mansion was
That childhood friendWait!I haven’t yet told you I love you
One of the “collection pieces”, the Venom Sword.The blade bewitchingly shines today too.
In the afternoon, heading back from shoppingOn the short way back homeAll you said was just“Yep” and “that’s true”
Every day it’s become commonFor us to be togetherWith the warmth of your hand in mineI thought, I guess this is nice
Right now I don’t have any complaintsTowards you of few words either, butSo that I won’t forget these lovely feelingsI have some words I want to hear
I don’t need anything elseI don’t need money eitherI think I’d like to go on dates every now and thenI don’t need it 100 timesI’m fine with just onceI want you to put it in words
“I want you to say you love me”
“Let’s talk about something”It’s true there are times when all I say are complaintsAnd there are times whenI can’t stand the quiet when we’re alone together
In the end, several days go byAnd as the times we’ve shared pile upI’ve learned we can understand each otherEven without words
We were almost homeThose few words you saidAfter you had suddenly stopped in placeI’ll remember my whole life
I don’t need anything elseAs long as I’m with youForgive me a little that I’m bad at cookingI don’t need words eitherThat’s what I thought,But I’m still so happy
“You said you love me”
Is this the future or an illusion?
“I’m sorry for being alive”,Before I knew it that was my catchphraseMine was a dull lifeOf saying nothing but complaintsEveryone in my villageHas beautiful green hairI’m left outWith white hair different from theirs
A millennium tree secretly towersOver the scenery deep in the forestWhen alone hereI made a wish to godTo carry on living in isolationThat’s very lonelyAnyone would be fineI want someone to become my friend
I met herNear the millennium treeShe had collapsed and I saved herThat was the beginningBefore I knew it the two of usWere getting along wellBut just about everythingBetween me and her was different
She had green hair more beautifulThan anyone in the villageWith her kind voice and smileShe was loved by everyoneWhy are you being so kindTo someone like me?Do you intend on pitying a womanWho’s inferior to you?
Embracing the abject meShe whispered“You are more wonderfulThan anyone else”Tears spilled out
Even if all the people in the worldScorned and mocked meThere’s someone who needs meWith only that, I was happy
The two of us rushed from the villageAnd started living in townIt’s an unfamiliar lifeBut if we’re together it’s alrightThe servants ofA rich merchant’s wifeThat was the workWe chose for a living
One day on the grounds we happened uponA handsome, blue haired manThe meeting between he and herDerailed everythingHe was the ruler of a country across the oceanAnd, loving her deeply,He refused the marriage proposalOf a princess in the neighboring country
The country was engulfed in the horrors of warThe decree the princess made:“All of the green haired women,Kill them”
Everyone, everyoneWas lost foreverExcept theWhite haired meI should have diedIn her placeWhy,Why?
“I’m sorry for being alive”Before I knew it that was my catchphraseMine was a dull lifeOf saying nothing but complaintsI began my new livelihoodIn a port city’s churchI heard from a rumor on the windThat in the revolution, the princess died
I met herNear the churchShe had collapsed and I saved herThat was the beginningBefore I knew it the two of usWere getting along wellBut just about everythingBetween me and her was different
In the night confessionalWhen no one was aroundBy chance I heard her confessionAhWhat does this mean?She is certainly-The Daughter of Evil-
At a small harbor on the outskirts of townShe is standing aloneFrom behind I draw nearFrom my breast pocket I took out a knifePointed it at the princess’ backAnd raised it high
I have an apologyI must make to youIn the end I didn’tRemove your enemyThat girl is the old meA very very solitary personTo carry on living by yourselfThat’s very lonely
She who could do nothingBecame a little more skillful in her cookingToday’s treat, briocheIs very deliciously baked
That moment at that beachFor an instant I saw an illusion
Who in the worldWas that boy, I wonder?
The old millennium tree is dead now,The new millennium tree just towers over us serenely.
Made in order to createWith the same appearance, in order to be loved equallyI of the serial number “BMD2”Awoke inside a garbage treatment plant
Again I’ve been thrown here aloneDefective goods aren’t considered necessaryEscape from the basement of “C factory”, the 43rd floor,Is an impossible thing
“Toys meant to be loved,Don’t need any individuality”“A mass produced model is like a mass produced model”Our existence disturbs that ruleTo them, that was an unforgivable thing
Buried in scrap ironAre screws, gears, and prideIf that’s naturalWhy were we born?Irregular who had gained an egoOur having met like thisThat was the beginning of one miracleThat occurred in an ostentatious world…
I knew of the route going outsideA dilapidated exhaust port without a lockWhy thenAlthough everyone should know of itHas no one tried to move?
I knew of the outside worldThere isn’t anything good there at allBut you do your best, don’t you?I’ll consider it, just a little
“Don’t misunderstandBecause this isn’t really for you!”“Mhm, I knowThank you very much!”Come, our battle begins nowFrom this garbage processing plant to a new world
If we were born normallyCould we have lived happily?Our defective selvesCan they really not be loved by anyone?To ascertain thatNow the two of us shall escape from hereThe beginning of one adventureThat occurred in an ostentatious world
Eventually you’ll arriveAt many meetings and farewellsEventually you’ll learnAbout many thingsWhat is normal?Is that the right thing?But now you should justIntently continue running
The story of a parallel world that seldom gets mixed up with ours.Perhaps the yet unstable spring is the cause.
At a place with nothing thereI suddenly tripped and burst into tearsIt’s alright, this is surelyA prank of the bad twilight
We should return soonBefore it gets dark
At the other end of the sea’s horizonThe demon sweetly sneered“I’ll put you inMy black stomach, and then let’s play”
We should return soonBefore we’re eaten
The small boxWe had hidden in the sandy beachIt’s wrapped in the night’s darknessIt will never be found again
Let’s share the sunsetOne half eachI’ll be the day, I’ll be the nightIf we join hands, we get an orange sky
The third ring of the bell isA signal that the demon is awakeningMaking a greedy faceIt fixes a glance this way
Because I won’tGive up my snack!
With its stomach empty, the demonMade a very sad looking face“Even if I swallowed down the whole worldMy stomach won’t get full”
I pity it, soI’ll share my snack
“Thank you, dear princeIn thanks, I shall covertlyTell you a small secretOf this sea”
Let’s share the sunsetOne half eachLater I’ll tell you tooThe wonderful secret of this sea
He’s not in this theater anymore.So if that’s the case whose memory is this?