With good fortune, or rather bad fortune, the intruders who escape from the demonic hands of the “Master of the Graveyard” and the “Servants” are arranged to receive the judgment of the new “Master of the Court” in the courtroom prepared in the theater’s great hall
While listening to the visitor’s screams of despair, the “Gardener”, Gammon Octo, remembers when he arrived at the theater for the first time and breathes a small sigh
“I wonder how much time has passed since then?”
Life with the inhuman “inhabitants” wasn’t particularly painful for Gammon
The differences between him and the “inhabitants” and the differences between him and “humans” didn’t have much of a disparity between them
Even though he’s called the “Gardener”, they needed someone like a handyman so Gammon was forced to do various jobs for the unskilled “inhabitants”
At times, he also helped “Ma” with her screenplays; Gammon had an innate power, the “Purple Dream”… it seems his prognostic ability became an aid in drawing up screenplays
In the process of working on those screenplays, Gammon was able to learn just a little about his own ancestor and the reasons for the curse afflicting himself
The sex maniac Sateriasis Venomania… his cursed children, the “Demon of Asmodean” and the rest… and his own relationship with “Ma”…
Nevertheless, it didn’t mean that he had resolved something
“I only do what I have to.”
It seems that another defendant has been brought upThe farce called a trial begins
Although it’s unlikely that they’ll be found innocent at any rate
i, Five Minutes Before Court (instrumental)
ii, master of the court
iii, Chrono Story
iv, Recollective Musicbox
v, Tree Maiden ~Millennium Wiegenlied~
vi, gift from the Princess who Brought Sleep
vii, Fifth Pierrot
viii, Madam Merry-Go-Round
ix, Judgment of Corruption
x, Capriccio Farce
xi, Red Shoe Parade
Here we’ll take note of the 10 matters that we’ll be dealing with in the courtroom this time.
• master of the courtThe Defendant: None/A soliloquy by the new Master of the Court, “The Director Doll”.
• Chrono StoryThe Defendant: Elluka Clockworker/Matter number CL5. Relating to the secret agreement between a god and a sorceress in the year 015. There are some saying it’s not especially important regarding Held’s current state of having left, but this is certainly a principal event regarding the origins of this theater.
• Recollective MusicboxThe Defendant: Kiril Clockworker (Testimony from Elluka Clockworker)/Related to the “Levianta Catastrophe” in Year 013. This event is as yet still mysterious in its entirety, but testimony has been obtained that will become very important here onward. Due to this we might be able to grasp some information on the missing “Clockworker”.
• Tree Maiden ~Millennium Wiegenlied~The Defendant: Michaela/The cause relating to the “Lucifenian Revolution” from 500 years prior. We’ll deliberate over Michaela being kin to the god of Held. Because we’ll need to pay attention to her movements, as there’s the possibility that Michaela, as Held’s kin, will interfere with the theater in some form or another.
• gift from the Princess Who Brought SleepThe Defendant: Margarita Blankenheim/We’ll be inspecting the incident that occurred in Toragay, Elphegort. Everything began from the wedding of a doctor’s daughter and an aristocrat. It’s confirmed that this event was influenced by the organization “Pere Noël”.
• Fifth PierrotThe Defendant: Lemy Abelard/Though he is a figure involved in the “Rolled Serial Murders” of Year 610, hereafter that will not be alluded to in this court. In the “Duel of Merrigod Plateau” committed by Lemy’s mother “Julia”, the leader of “Pere Noël”, in Year 611, it is confirmed that the defendant was a member of “Pere Noël”.
• Madam Merry-Go-RoundThe Defendant: Unknown/Let’s begin deliberations of one of the facts brought about as entertainment by the Gardener’s “Purple Dream”. The Gardener testifies that this is “One of the possible futures of the Director Doll”, though the credibility of this is doubtful.
• Judgment of CorruptionThe Defendant: Gallerian Marlon/About matters corning both this and the “Leviantan Civil War” in Year 983. The things it reveals about the founder of the theater and former “Master of the Court”, Gallerian, will hopefully bring about a very worthwhile outcome in this court.
• Capriccio FarceThe Defendant: None/Matter number CL6.Come, let’s begin this farce called a trial!
• Red Shoe ParadeThis tune has been prepared as an exit number for adjourning court. We want you to become adequately skillful in your march to hell.
Handyman though I may be, I’m forced to act as their secretary…
Surpass the forest, be chased from the graveyardYou’ll probably make it to an old theaterIn that place you’ll be judgedYou’ll likely get a sin in this final trial
From the turning gear in the clocktowerThe doll inherited her father’s dying wishYes, I am the new Master of the CourtNow the gates of the Hellish Yard will be opened
Explain to me, my fatherThis is the correct choice isn’t it?Without having a heart, I don’t understandExplain to me, my fatherShould I see all of them off to hell?Without having life, I don’t understand
The gardener murmurs that in just a little while from nowThe song that can’t be recited’s end is also closeIf it’s him or Ma that’s correctWithout knowing that, I am striking this mallet
Dwelling in my inhuman womb,Irregular makes my body trembleDear child, your role is after this, soSleep now with this lullaby
Explain to me, my fatherThis is the correct fate isn’t it?Without having a heart, I don’t understandExplain to me, my fatherUtopia will be made with this, won’t it?Without having life, I don’t understand
Yes, I am the new Master of the CourtNow the gates of the Hellish Yard will be opened
Due to the “Marlon Spoon” becoming a gear of the clocktower, the Director Doll’s burns disappeared, and she obtained a new power. But the purposeless power began a meaningless rampage. She’s become a means by which visitors receive nothing but the death sentence. There is no ill will in her. She’s just making believe that she’s her beloved “Father”…
Is that the song of birds that I can hear?No, that is the cry of the forestIs that the light of the moon that’s shining?No, that’s the burning fire
The person we used to call “mother”Turns to ashes inside the stoveThe “Original Sin” that remained afterwardsWe divided into seven with our own hands
“Lust”, is the flower“Gluttony”, is the seed“Pride”, is the stone“Envy”, is the spring“Sloth”, is the wind“Greed”, is the dirtAnd,“Wrath”, is the forest
Fly away, seven sinsThe impurity born from our false motherLet the world turn and turnThis evil, grave sinPurify it
By the hands of the forbidden fruitThe seven sins were released into the worldThe tree of Held, who protects the forest,Requests his friend to collect them all
“I don’t mind if it kills some time”“’Cause my time is infinite anyhow”The sorceress sneers
The eternity she was grantedAt the end of having lost the one she lovedAnd destroyed what was preciousTo her was nothing but emptiness
The sorceress who obtained everythingAnd then lost itWhat does she wish for?What does she seek?To the end of time…
Born and raised from a lone womanThe story of such a sin cut into sevenThe capricious whim of a witch who transcends timeThis Chrono Story that begins from the forest
“Hänsel” and “Gretel”, who had murdered their adoptive parents “Adam” and “Eve”. “Eve” became the personification of the Seven Deadly Sins, the “Original Sinner”, and the twins disappeared. Requested to do so by the forest’s guardian spirit, “Held”, the sorceress “Elluka” set out on a journey to collect them all… so it says. It’s a little complicated with all the characters, I think.
A music box with golden springs that warpedThe unplaying melody is a song of loveA music box that disappeared in the shadow of historyA jeweled box that won’t be opened
The music boxes he made played with a sound that wasMore beautiful than anyone else’sThe people, filled with a sense of respect for him,Called him “Clockworker”
A beloved fiancée and a precious younger sister“I am a lucky man”, he thanked god
For their sakes he would create it, filled with loveAn extraordinary, peerless music boxIn the music box he packed his wishFor their future then on to have great happiness
Now the music box won’t play anymore
In this country, whoever possesses the strongest magical talentWill become ruler, and obtain everythingThe ones selected as candidates for new leader wereThe fiancée and younger sister
The gears began to go mad, those two who came together in hatredCould have lived together in harmony, if there was no such thing as magic
It was the worst conclusion; what he sawWas the music box he built stained in bloodThe fallen woman and the wailing womanBoth were loved, loved and yet
A place that used to have a country is now a ruinAn old man who’s lost his sanity is making somethingTravelers enquired as to what he’s makingThe old man replies that it’s a music box
But itWas a dirty black boxThat just looks like simple trash
To go back 2 years before the private meeting between “Held” and “Elluka”:
The clockmaker, Kiril Clockworker. His tragedy was that his fiancée, Elluka, and his little sister, Irina, both carried great magical power. In their fight over who would obtain the position of holy leader… it goes without saying which of them won. But as to whether or not the one who was defeated vanished from history… I wouldn’t know. I guess there isn’t anything to do but wait until she eventually talks about it personally.
“I’m sorry for being alive”The girl who always complainedHer white hair different from the people of the villageShe knelt by the millennium tree deep in the forestAnd made a wish, “I want a friend”
I wanted toGrant her wishBut I can’t do it with this bodyAt such a time, theWhimsical sorceress who had appearedReincarnated the spirit me into a human
I don’t yet knowAnything of the world outside the forestSo I don’t understandWhy is she crying?
It’s peaceful and boringAlthough I’d expect that to be a wonderful thingBut I don’t understandWhy are you crying?
Between our dreams, our races, and our valuesThe two of us who differ so have now met
Let this millennium vow resound to the end of the earthA wiegenliedFastened to a fate of ruinI’m different from you, but I’m drawn to youI’ll protect you, so stay by my side
My spirit self changes into the human meIf I have this bodyI might be able to understand you
A life in a new cityMakes my heart trembleWherever kind of place we areIf the two of us are together, it’s alright
The delight of living as a humanLittle by little I was beginning to understand
Let this millennium vow resound across the skyA wiegenliedFastened to a fate of ruinAs the two of us change, it might be lonesome, butIf I can see your smile, it’ll be okay
At an evening dinner party I met the ruler of a country over the seaThis fate of ruinBegan to stir from there
Loving me, he rejects the marriage proposal of a neighboring country’s princessThe blaze of her anger wraps the country in war
The two of us become separatedAnd now, I understand my feelings towards you
Let this millennium vow resound to your sideEven if I can’t return to being a spiritI won’t be swaying from this decision I’ve made anymore“I am in love with you”
Even if all the people in the world(Even if all the people in the world)Scorned and mocked you(Scorned and mocked me)Because I will protect you(There’s a someone who needs me)You should always be smiling(With only that I was happy)
If you can survive to safetyAnd if the day comes we can meet againLet’s live in harmony together in the forestBecause I’ll be waiting here no matter what
The dark bottom of the well, the moon that’s beautiful in the night skyThe knife stuck deep in my chestMy golden haired assassin departs somewhereThe cruel truth is in darkness
Transparent white hair, clumsy smileSomehow, somehow live on, keep aliveIf only I could see youI had things I wanted to convey to youIf only I could be rebornIf I could be reborn…
The sorceress Elluka had made Michaela, who used to be a spirit that served Held, be reborn as a human. She’d probably intended to use her to gather the vessels of deadly sin. The Michaela in question was friendly with a white haired girl. …Or were they in love…? Though it seems that was inevitably doomed.
Sleep with this gift, you’ll sleep well with this giftYes I am the sleep princess, for the sake of your happiness…
It was a marriage decided by the result of politicsNevertheless I loved you
You’re an incompetent playboy wallowing in desireBut I loved you from before
You’re only after the wealth of a doctor’s daughterAside from that I’m happy, nonetheless
You can also forget our promise when we were childrenIf I can be by your side
For you who is troubled by anxious feelingsI have a very good medicineYou can have pleasant dreams, so your worn body can be healedIt’s a present from me
Sleep with this medicinal gift, you’ll sleep well with this medicinal giftYes I am the sleep princess, for the sake of your happiness…
Everyone carries troublesMy dad, my mom, and the people of this townFor the sake of everyone who can’t sleep at nightI’ll make this gift, a sleeping medicine
Unpleasant reality, unrequited feelingsIf inside a dream, these things can be forgottenLike a baby inside their cribWith your eyes closed, abandon yourself
Everyone swallowed my giftAnd became happy, each and every oneAs the only one who can’t sleep, I insteadObtained freedom and riches
Sleep with this poisonous gift, you will sleep well with this poisonous giftYes I am the sleep princess, a woman who sought hope
In those days where I was only used like a decorative dollI was already broken long ago, I wanted to destroy everything
It’s a very efficacious medicine, efficacious up to being able to sleep foreverWith this, finally I too will be able to sleep, from the Sleep Princess to Sleeping Princess…
The one who had gifted the “Clockworker’s Doll”… the director doll… to the wife of Blankenheim had been the woman called Julia, who was a close friend of hers. I’d wager that “gift” was secretly concealed and dispersed inside the doll’s body. Julia was likely the person who created the doll as well. You might say she was the director doll’s true parent. And with that name, “Clockworker’s Doll”… Isn’t the truth somewhat more visible? If I were to make a bold hypothesis, perhaps the wife of Blankenheim was an incarnation of the demon that was intentionally brought about. …Though as a note, it wasn’t my role to be the attorney.
At 2 AM in a dark town,Who will be the victim tonight?Punishing bad children,That’s Pierrot’s job
From Ms. Santa he learnedThat the world is full of mistakesFifth Clown willDance in the dark night today too
The boy who played foolWith a painted white faceThrustsA silver knifeIn a fat pig
Tonight the chaotic Pie-Pierrot,In a circus of night without an audiencePlays on a flute for that moon,And the black goes to red
Today too, madly dancing Pie-Pierrot’sDevilish cage has already been openedThe beast of prey that jumped through hoops of fireWill make a wandering walk through town
With kind and dark eyesSeventh MagicianSweetly tempted himTo escape from here
He explained to Ms. SantaThat there’s a traitorThe next day the Magician’sWhereabouts became unknown
Gently strokingPierrot’s head,Ms. Santa’s hands,They were like…
Today is work too, Pie-PierrotWaited for prey in a shadowy back alleySuddenly there’s a plosive sound,And the black goes to red
His chest really hurts, Pie-PierrotDoesn’t want to die! He doesn’t want to die!Silently standing before his eyes isEighth Sniper
Tonight the chaotic Pie-PierrotVery tiredly closed his eyesSmiling inside the dream areHis real mother and father
He won’t be dancing anymore, Pie-Pierrot“That’s why I told you to escape.”Yes, sneering so, quietly, wasSeventh Magician…
“Hänsel” and “Gretel” released the Seven Deadly Sins into the world, with no details on their whereabouts afterwards. But it appears as though somehow or another with a form that was reincarnated they would appear every few centuries into the latest epoch. Moreover, it seems as though Hänsel, who had been reborn into this era as “Lemy”, didn’t have any memories remaining of his past life. And it seems that he’d also been separate from Gretel, who was usually always with him. Unluckily for him, he was attacked by the sorceress and her apprentice, and then… Bye-bye. Incidentally, as the “Servants” always causing a ruckus in the theater are mere phantoms born from the residual consciousness dwelling in the “Glass of Conchita”, they are nothing more than copies based off of Hänsel and Gretel. They also resemble that selfish girl… the “Waiter”, although she’s someone else. What happened to the originals, I wonder… I guess we don’t have any choice but to ask the Master of the Hellish Yard, hm?
Welcome to this happy country,I’ll undo the chains that bind you hand and footA ferris wheel, haunted house,And just for tonight, yes, a slave for you
If you’re worn from playing, come here,Inside a cold cradle
Madam Merry-Go-RoundQueen of the amusement parkMadam Merry-Go-RoundA shackled hostA transient utopia seenFrom on top of the wooden horse
Madam Merry-Go-RoundEven if the world is destroyedMadam Merry-Go-RoundI will be hereYou should go around now,And completely forget everything
If you want your wish granted,Get in line, wait your turnThe shining shadow parade,Their eyes on the end, will keep on through thick and thin
These midnight games;The one desiring themIsn’t me, it’s you
Madam Merry-Go-RoundA beauty resembling someoneMadam Merry-Go-RoundThose forgotten memoriesA genial warmthShe embraced with white hands
Madam Merry-Go-RoundEven if you’re in loveMadam Merry-Go-RoundIt’s a dream bound to one nightA vow exchanged between the twoThat wasn’t kept that day
Madam Merry-Go-RoundEven if the world is destroyedMadam Merry-Go-RoundI will be hereEven if you can’t go back home,Don’t blame me, okay?
Every once in a while, I tend to get prophetic dreams. When I do, I write them down. I thought maybe they could be useful in some way. But the “collection pieces” don’t show any interest in them, and “Ma” just makes a sullen face. The biggest problem is that my prophetic dreams are only right about 50% of the time!
A disgraced administration of justiceWith charges decided by the defendant’s wealthAs the master of the courtI desire money more than justice
Even if you’re a scoundrelIf you pay money I’ll save youMoney is the best lawyer in Hell
Appearance and age, race and genderAll of it’s irrelevantThe most important thing is if you can pay moneyThat’s all there is to it
Your life depends on meIf you want help, show me the money
Yes, your sins are my consideration aloneJudgment of corruptionIf you want rescue from a swamp of false chargesHand over more money
For the sake of my disabled daughter, tooI need moneyIf I collect the seven vessels of grave sinMy wish will come true
Today too in the unfolding courtroom of doubtThe wicked laugh, the innocent cry
Yes, your sins are my consideration aloneJudgment of corruptionIf it’s to grant my own dearest wishI will continue to swing this unjust mallet
A vicious general is a mass murdererA capital crime charge is naturalI was handed a bribe, and IDeclare the defendent innocent
In the resulting rage, a civil war beganThe general was killedHis miserable corpse is exposed on the field
The force of the anger comes to face meAnd my house blazesMy beloved “daughter”If we two are together, I have nothing to fear
From the burned down mansion, they’ll probably findThe remains of a solitary “parent and child”…
This place where I was alone when I opened my eyesIs the gate of the Hellish YardHeaven or hell, that is decided byThe Master of the Hellish Yard
I smile at the Master of the Hellish YardAnd softly whisper
“I will never hand over my fortuneTo the likes of you”
I jumped through the door and my bodyFalls right down to the bottom of hell
Yes, sins are my consideration aloneJudgment of corruptionNo matter who it is, I won’t approveAnyone judging this sin of mine
Yes, one day I will again gather in my handsThe fragments of deadly sinIn that moment, hell may turn intoMe and my daughter’sUtopia...
It seems as though the temperament of the corrupt judge Gallerian has been inherited not by the “Marlon Spoon” collection piece but rather the “Director Doll”. Is the being currently dwelling in the spoon that’s become “Gear” the dying wish of “Adam” after all? If he’s been protecting against the world’s collapse as a piece of a vessel for close to 1000 years it’s a touching effort, but…
I’ve heard that “Ma” is the one who fanned Gallerian’s flames, but I don’t think this act is much like her.
An empty defendant’s seat, a visitor’s gallery with nothing but junkCome, let’s begin this farce called a trial
master of the court“Only one of the vessels that we’re seeking out by orders of god remainsIf it’s the case you know its whereaboutsMake your testimony, ‘Sorceress of Time’”
Ma“Transcending time, changing forms, changing masters, it’s already making its debut on stageEven so, not knowing the whereabouts myself right now,I fear it’s likely that it’s in her hands”
servants“Search, search, search for that jerkLeft, right, or downShe who holds all the keysSearch for the ‘Master of the Hellish Yard’”
gear“How long is this farce going to continue?There is nothing after that”
master of the graveyard“Soul of Adam who fell in the trapThere’s nothing you can accomplish anymore”
Swinging scales, a disordered scenario,Vessels sullied in sin; each playing their song their own way, a discordant capriccioThe story has already let go of the hands of demons and gods and walks aloneIf they were in this place, they would probably make this lament:
――What was truly terrifyingWas the desire of humanity――
master of the court“Let’s sort what few facts we have,Lowly man descended from a demonI’ll give you permission, so tell usOf the time you came to this forest”
gardener“There is an unpleasant curse dwelling in my bodySeeking my original ancestor’s sword that has become necessary to solve this,I arrived at this forest alone”
(Kill him, eat him, if we can’t, arrest himThis insolent fool who entered the forest)(Judge, judge, at any rate judge himTrial! Sentence! Death!)
gardener“When I resolved myself after I was arrestedThe fickle girl extended her hand”
waiter“I wanted a charge right for doing chores”
gardener“And so I became the ‘Gardener’”
‘Sorceress of Time’ ‘Cursed Gardener’Substitutes for the unawakened vesselsEach keeping their goals close to the chestUnsettling invaders
‘Director Doll’, ‘Master of the Graveyard’, ‘Gear’‘Waiter’, ‘Master of the Hellish Yard’When the end of everything arrivesWho will be laughing, I wonder?
――Lulila lulila lulilulilaThe resounding beat of Irregular――
Friendship, trauma, justice, illusionHope, destruction, dreams, greed, love, deathAll of it continues to melt and turnThe Clockwork LullabyJust before the solitary man’s deathHe constructed a theaterWill the utopia he wished forBe completed?
Come, let’s see with our own eyes, this farce called life
Rather than calling this a trial this is just a meeting… if I said that would she get mad at me…?
Now advance on! A shadow paradeWearing matching red shoesMadly dancing as though brokenAim for the end, through thick and thin
The morning road is full of dangersA bad thief obstructs our pathBefore he steals, steal from himIn the name of our great righteousness
If we keep on walking, our stomachs will diminish tooA bad thief has a homeSteal his amassed feastIn the name of our great righteousness
Carrying a moon-shaped crest of arms on our backs,Our red footsteps resound
Yearning for people in the pattern of the sunsetA bad thief has a familyConsole both the heart and bodyIn the name of our great righteousness
The rain drizzles on the melancholy night,A bad thief was laughingSlaughter him, we’re jealousIn the name of our great righteousness
Praise us, this unending marchOur iron footsteps resound
Now advance on! A shadow paradeWearing matching iron collarsWhile we laugh as though brokenAim for the end, through thick and thin
The suddenly echoed sound of a whistleSignaled the end of our journey
Time passed, and one dayFrom the dark room we went out into the lightSo once again the journey begins
Now advance on! A shadow paradeWearing matching red shoesThe people down the road see usAnd laugh, and cry
Our steps are hot as though burningThese red shoes are different than the usualWhen we realized the true meaning of thatThe shadow parade burned out
You said it was “punishment”
From the Freezis Fairytale, “Red Shoe Parade”
I don’t have faith in people who loudly call for justice. How many weak people are shedding tears in the background of worthless heroism?
If you want to scorn me as “evil” you’re welcome to do so.
Better that than the likes of you bastards.
graveyardcourthellish yardheavenly yard
And with that,Adieu
Next timelet’s meet in hell
Presented by the heavenly yard
Lyrics: mothyMusic & Arrange: [Track 1 ~ 10] mothy[Track 11] TetotetoIllustrations: Ichika