That there might be some essential secret hidden here
……didn’t seem likely.
As of now, Arte had hardly any memories of her “true father”. However, at the least she knew well today that he wasn’t a tidy man.
They would need to clean up the messy theater’s second floor before they set out on their journey. “Just what I was hoping for,” Arte murmured. She had once worked at a palace much larger than this. Cleaning was her specialty, and this interim body Lich had given her was functioning well right now.
Useless Pollo peeked out from the mountain of junk. He had a black disk in his left hand, grinning with a smile that seemed to say, “I’ve found a treasure!”. Gretel took it from him, and went to immediately hock it in the trash bag she was carrying, but when she saw what was written on the center of the disk her hand stilled.
“Genesis Girl Gretel”; that was Arte’s old name. After she and Pollo searched the mountain of junk together they were able to find several similar disks and a device that could play them: a jukebox.
That there might be some essential secret hidden here…… didn’t seem likely. If there had been, Seth probably would not have entrusted cleaning the place to them.
Even so, feeling a little curiosity, the girl opened the jukebox without hesitation.
Seth and Ron were likely both in the “fat man’s room” on the first floor. No sound would make it through those massive walls. Probably.
Arte put the disks inside, and pressed the switch on the jukebox.
The ruined world will someday be reborn
The seed embedded in the witch’s belly divided
One of the fragments the malice gave birth to
Her name is “Gretel”
To birth something
You have to kill
Whether a parent or the world
On this journey of samsara, each time she repeats
She loses her memories
At various critical points in history
She appears
First was the hope of salvation
In a kingdom to the north; a Twin of God
The second was an ill-mannered
Maid of Gluttony in a country to the south
She killed the parents who raised her
And killed the steward who saved her
The third time she appeared
She was again a maid, in a central country
But her true identity
Was a spy from the sea who disrupts order
She murdered her birth mother
And disappeared from history
She now waits inside the glass
For the time of Genesis that will come someday
On a night dark with the new moon
Gretel will appear
What does she see, her eyes sunk into darkness?
If you yourself were
Her parent
Then whether you’re saved or not depends on you
Failure gods, mirrors that don’t reflect one’s appearance
Though they’re useless and irrelevent
To this world’s fate,
They are essential beings
She figures the day will probably come
Where they’ll be killed by what they had birthed too
And by her side
He was always there
“Gretel” has “Hänsel”
Servants who wander the graveyard
They bid farewell to the world of the dead
And search for new possibilities
“Adam” stands by “Eve”
The Original Sinner who gives judgment
To right their mistakes
They’ll start over once more from the beginning
“Amostia” has no one
The little boy who is the symbol of destruction
He’ll probably continue
To desperately seek out a counterpart
“Riliane” and “Allen”
Are together Servant and Daughter of Evil
From the black box they create
Their own personal utopia
Any Genesis
May come to the world
That certainly
Can’t be avoided
The established beginning
Or the distorted Irregular
“Sin” will be handed to all equally
Crossing the time span of a millennium
Gretel will appear
While not knowing her own destiny
Whether she’ll become an angel
Or an insane familiar
That depends on you standing before her eyes
Come, let’s start to dance together
This clumsy dance
The guests assemble beneath the moon
With wet parchment invitations
On the masks they’re given
Is the mark of a clown
Who will you pair with in this illusion?
To a false melody
That weaves the soul
For now you should continue
To dance hand in mine
The forbidden fruit
It is a mechanical trap
What will you see
At the end of this fictional fight?
On a stage steeped in blue
We carry out steps of reddened blood
A dance of swords
That slice vulgar ambition to ribbons
If you become too worn from dancing to move
Then kneel
In the presence of god
No one is smiling
At your foolish setbacks
For I will only hold
Your trembling shoulder
And then plunge my blade
Deep into your left breast
When the music is over
The one standing in the hall
Will be alone
There are no exceptions
Everyone is wearing
A mask of ostentation
Keeping in time with the sound of the clock
Not showing their true face
Come, let’s continue to dance together
This clumsy dance
You'll set off from your homeland
Exploring the world all on your own
And you won't be
Permitted to pause
You'll tread uneven ground
And sometimes even hurt another
It may possibly be a neverending journey
But you have to believe when I say
You only have to double jump
Take your feet and go forth
For to prove your courage
One jump is not enough
You only have to double jump
Take your determination and run
For the proof of your courage
Will surely be remembered
No matter how far you go
There's no story to see
And closing in from behind
Is a wall named “despair”
You can only fight
There's no other way to survive
And the final opponent has yet to appear
But don't give up
You only have to double jump
Take your feet and go forth
You're already prepared
Running jumps are enough
You only have to double jump
Take your determination and run
For your countless mistakes
Will someday encourage you
The compass that reveals
The path you will take
Is now
In your hand
You only have to double jump
Take your feet and go forth
For to prove your courage
One jump is not enough
You only have to double jump
Take your determination and run
For the proof of your courage
Will surely be remembered
There’s a magic tower built
By a polluted lake
Sleeping on the highest floor
Is the secret to immortality
Three sisters live inside
Gibbet, Rack and Maiden
Greedy trespassers
Become their prey
The eldest sister strings them up
The middle sister stretches them
And then the youngest sister locks them inside
Let your lamentations and screams resound to the empty sky
Torture Tower doesn’t sleep
Don’t worry, for your soul
Can not be saved
Inheriting their great father’s will
The sisters carry out their duty
Don’t worry, for your pain
Will continue on forever
Their father, called Sir Torture
And the daughters he’d loved
They must offer up to the ugly god
The souls they’ve plundered
When the god has been revived
The sisters’ wish will also be granted
They must grant punishment for sin
That’s certainly not evil
Gibbet strings them up
Rack stretches them
And then Maiden locks them inside
Let your lamentations and screams resound to the earth
Torture Tower doesn’t sleep
Don’t worry, for your body
Will be annihilated
If the soul hasn’t been violated
Then it certainly won’t please their god
Don’t worry, for your suffering
Will one day turn to pleasure
A clown on the street corner says,
Sir Torture had no daughters
In that tower
Are only the torture devices he left behind
Sir Torture was pleased
With the sight of someone suffering
Pain is a good thing
And the girls don’t question that
Let your lamentations and screams resound to the empty sky
Torture Tower doesn’t sleep
Don’t worry, for your pain
Will continue on forever
When music began to
Perish from this world
Two infinity mirrors
Floated down from heaven
The first tone is
Already being played
What begins next is
The tale of the golden messengers
No matter how tragic the tune
Let us sing it
Working closely in tandem
When we’re together the truth is visible
What is your wish?
Glory or tragedy?
If we two will sing
It will settle everything
Don’t worry about how well the lines are sung
Everyone has their weak points
The melody echoes and resounds together
Please believe in the divine protection of the infinity mirrors
The people swarm to the messengers
Seeking salvation
They tried to make them sing
The tunes that pleased them
The messengers never refuse
They’ll sing any song
For that is
Their mission
The mirrors continue to reflect humanity’s true nature
Eventually the messengers lost their wings
“We don’t mind that”
The messengers’ faces were bright
Because that is proof
That we have become close to humans
What is your wish?
Glory or tragedy?
If we two will sing
It will settle everything
Don’t worry about how well the lines are sung
Everyone has their weak points
The melody echoes and resounds together
Believe——in the divine protection of the infinity mirrors
If we seem to be evil
That is surely your own form
We are little more than infinity mirrors
Mirrors that reflect the truth
Come, let’s sing and dance together
Continue to let out your desire
The melody echoes and resounds together
Please believe in the divine protection of the infinity mirrors
When a thousand blades and three heroes
Got together with that king
They would become a troupe that would
Establish justice and crush evil
No one knowing that that king
Who advanced through the vanguard
With his gold hair flying in the wind
Was one only feigning humanity
That man born from polluted mud, even so
Today too goes onto the battlefield
For humanity’s sake
A mud soldier that pushes onward
With his comrades in arms, keeping his fate in his chest
He’s not fighting to be loved
He’s fighting out of love
Even if all the people in the world
Are tormented by despair
Even if the day comes where his body
Cracks and crumbles away
Indeed, he’ll go
Simply for justice
There was someone who said to him,
“Even if you have no blood
Running through your body
I’ll be by your side”
And the two were joined together
His heart that loved humanity
Performed a miracle
Today too he goes
For the sake of his born children
A mud soldier that pushes onward
With his comrades in arms, keeping his fate in his chest
He’s not fighting to be loved
He’s fighting out of love
Even if all the people in the world
Are tormented by despair
Even if the day comes where his body
Cracks and crumbles away
Indeed, he’ll go
Simply for justice
You, wriggling at
The bottom of the flask
Are now the sacrifice
For the ceremony that will begin after this
The solids inside liquids
Silently dissolve
The more samples
The better
Before disappearing
That person said
“I won’t return here again
Continue with your experiments”
On the night of the full moon the experiment begins
The scent of reagent drives my heart mad
An inspection of hypothesis, a calculation of theory
I destroy something, and I create something
Supposing I joined together two
So that they became one
That doesn’t mean
It’ll come to have twice the value
There is just one thing
That I truly want to obtain
In order to create it
The experiments will continue
Those words I memorized
In the beginning
I haven’t forgotten now
So next it’s my turn
To teach a new song
Even on the night of a new moon, the experiment won’t end
This white doctor’s gown gradually stains red
Inspection of subjects, denial of common sense
I destroy something, and I destroy again
Just like that person made me
This time I will create that person
Someday let’s begin that game again
Because I’ll be here no matter what, right?
One day I fell in love
With a small, speckled frog
We met at
A deep blue colored spring
Let’s go together to my castle
Can we begin from being friends?
Let’s devour
A delicious dinner together
On this beautiful starry night
While gazing at the sky let’s talk about our love
Those big eyes
Those wet lips
I just love everything about you
From now on
Let’s always snuggle together
And spend time together
If you whisper
Ribbit ribbit to me
With that lovely, broken voice
Our world will become rose colored
This is my and your
Love romance
One day you disappeared
I searched but you weren’t anywhere
I desperately
Cry your name
While dragging along my long body
I was raspily bawling
Will I never
Be able to see you again?
Against my instincts
I had been looking forward to your growing up
But those big eyes
Those wet lips
I just loved everything about you
If the time came
I loved you to the point of
Wanting to eat you
In a very sad state
I swallowed all of today’s dinner whole
Come to think of it, I guess it does resemble you a little
Before long I might head out
To that spring
I peer into the spring
And the figure I see there
Is a repulsive one-eyed snake
I have known
That you and I
Would never be joined
If I shed all the skin on my body
And wore your skin instead
Would I be able to get a little bit closer to you?
Tonight too with a wish in her heart
She reaches for the stars
Abandoned by our parents
We were raised in an orphanage that could see the ocean
The one who raised us was
An old nun
She was very kind
And was always happily smiling
Though it was a poor life
All of us were happy
One day she fell to illness
The day she’d be summoned to the stars drew near
At her bedside
We said to her:
You’ve raised us so well up until now
We want to repay you for that
However absurd, it doesn’t matter
Isn’t there something you wish for?
She sweetly smiled
Like this, she came to respond
I am always waiting
Waiting for a reply to my letter
I sent it one day when I was young
A letter that I don’t know
Whether it arrived
Or not
If my wish comes true
If my sins are forgiven
I want a reply to that letter
I will wait for it
She laughs, it’s a wish that can’t be granted
Please forget it
And didn’t even tell us
Who she sent the letter to
We all divide our work up
And searched all over the country
And we found an old painter
Who knew her past
The old man tells the truth
She once killed people
Many people became unhappy
Many people shed tears
The person who died for her sins
Was the recipient of her letter
The reply won’t come
Even so she’ll wait, won’t she?
Even after her body has rotten away
Surely she will wait
Until the reply comes
Finally that time arrived
The church bells signal the end
I press inside her wrinkled hand
One sheet of parchment
That was a fake reply to the letter
That I wrote yesterday
After she’d read it through
In the end she said, “Thank you”
The sorrowful wish fades to the stars
She had that same smile as always
Our realization of her sin was always
After everything was over
The song that resounds with lulila, lulila
Is a sorrowful song
Painting time
The moon that shines in the sky
Is beautiful
From the sword blooms
A beautiful flower
From the seed blooms
A beautiful glass
The song that resounds with lulila, lulila
The gods’ footsteps
The demons’ beat
On the night of a full moon
It continued to be refined
And the stone
Became four mirrors
Along with a small bottle
That brightly sparkles
The song that resounds with lulila, lulila
The black miniature garden
Where the soul dwells
The blades that become a pair
Are dipped in the spring
The color of the spring
Goes the color of blood
The color of the blood
Of they who aimed for it
The doll moves
By the invisible wind
The spoon ladles
Invisible soil
When all
Were assembled
In the end they return
They return to the forest
Along with
An overflowing anger
A tiny, tiny seed of malice
That wriggled inside the beaker
One of the fragments that it gave birth to
His name is “Hänsel”
If his body should rot away
He’ll be reborn any number of times
That was the doing of gods
As a prank of demons
Once the child of a woodcutter living in the forest
He tossed the evil witch into the stove
Once the servant of gluttony
He was a dim-wit in charge of livestock
Once more the Fifth Pierrot
He was the son of the great Santa Claus
And his true colors are
As an apostle of the ending that will become canon
On a night when the full moon shines
Hänsel will appear
Holding a deadly weapon tinged with light in his hands
Whether that’s a silver knife
Or a glass bottle
That depends on you standing before his eyes
This tiny, tiny world
Created by the four pillar gods
This millennial kingdom
That should have eliminated malice
Four different endings
Were prepared in the rules
What the boy holds in his hands
May just decide them
The Master of the Graveyard brings death
Everything goes to the master’s stomach
The Master of the Court brings the trial
Everything receives judgment
The Master of the Hellish Yard brings hell
No one will ever be able to be forgiven
The Master of the Heavenly Yard brings atonement
This will show the way to Utopia
Any of the endings
May come to the world
That certainly can’t be avoided
The established conclusion
Or the distorted Irregular
“Punishment” will be given to all equally
Crossing the time span of a millennium
Hänsel will appear
While not knowing his own destiny
Whether he’ll become an angel
Or an insane familiar
That depends on you standing before his eyes
The music continued to play, but Arte had already returned to cleaning.
Pollo found something again, but Arte wordlessly threw it in the trash bag.
If they got interested in every little thing they’d be there forever. Their time seemed infinite, but it also wasn’t.
……“Akashic Records”. Had they first heard that phrase from their “Second Father”? Past, present, future. They were items that recorded all of it through music.
They couldn’t remember well hardly anything from their past. Those disks and that jukebox might serve some aid in helping Arte and Pollo regaining their memories, but did they have any need for that in the first place?
An enormous eye looked in on them from the window. “Welcome home, Eater.”
Arte called out to him, but he moved away from the window without saying a word.
He was clearly in a bad mood. He probably wasn’t able to find what he’d been looking for.
Their time seemed infinite, but it also wasn’t. Just like their bodies, their souls too were rotting away little by little. Only gods were able to spend their days in eternity.
Even so. No, because of that. We will head out on our journey.
Even if our ultimate destination isn’t a paradise.
They could hear someone talking on the floor above. It seemed Lady Banica was calling over Arte and Pollo.
Arte turned the jukebox off and ran up the stairs with Pollo.
Genesis Girl Gretel
Fictional Masquerade
You Only Have to Double Jump
Torture Tower Doesn’t Sleep
Messengers of the Infinity Mirrors
That King was Born from Mud
Full Moon Laboratory
The Frog’s and My Love Romance Sped Up
Unlock Blackbox [Instrumental]
Reach For The Stars ~The Letter She Kept Waiting For~
The Song that Resounds with Lulila, Lulila (Parade)
Ending Boy Hänsel