Oni no men

Romaji and English translation of the song 鬼の面 (Oni no men) from the compilation album Dainippon itangeishateki noumiso (gyaku) kaiten zekkyou ongenshuu and the EP Akuyuukai by the GazettE.

Translator's Notes
  • Lyrics originally sung in English are in italics in the translation.
  • Words or phrases I felt were implied are in [brackets].
  • I also (usually) put repeats of chorus/verses/stanzas in [brackets] if they’re not written that way in the original lyrics for ease of singing along.
  • Any comments I had during the romajization/translation process will be included as footnotes so as not to disturb the flow of the song. They’re not required reading, but Ruki does some pretty nifty things with his lyrics/kanji choices, or sometimes there’s further explanations about words or phrases in there.

Oni no men: Romaji

Akaku chi shibuku chouchin kakae warusa warusa no ko wo mata kurau
Haha no miyage to kubi wo katate ni koyoi mo hotoke wo niramu 

Tsukiyo ni mau hanafubuki no naka oni no men de ware wo kakushi 
Katana wo nuki iza mukaou haha no kataki utou zo oni to narite

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Akaku shitataru katana wo futte hitotsu futatsu to “aku” kirikorosu 
Haha no mimai to kubi wo hikisuri koyoi mo hotoke wo niramu

Tsukiyo ni mau hanafubuki no naka oni no men de ware wo kakushi 
Katana wo nuki iza mukaou haha no kateki mei ni kaete 
Kui wa nai to ayumu michi wa munen no “ku” ga ame ni NURERU
Kono mi kusaru made fu wa sei owan mikadzuki yugamu koyoi mo oni to narite 

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A Demon’s Mask: Translation

Holding a blood-spattered paper lantern I’ll continue to devour the naughty, naughty children
With mother’s keepsake and a head in one hand, tonight I’ll again judge the spirits of the dead 

Within the whirlwind of cherry blossoms on this moonlit night, I conceal myself behind the mask of a demon
I draw my sword and face them, becoming mother’s avenging demon

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I swing my sword, dripping with red and one by one slay the “evil”  
I’ll rub mother’s get-well gifts in their faces, and tonight I’ll again judge the spirits of the dead 

Within the whirlwind of cherry blossoms on this moonlit night, I conceal myself behind the mask of a demon
I draw my sword and face them  in exchange for the lives of my mother’s enemies 
This path I unrepentantly walk is the “hardship” of regret drenched in the falling rain
Until this body decays, I won’t shoulder negativity; under the crescent moon this twisted night, I become a demon once more

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Translator’s Notes:

  1. He says/sings something in the background that’s not in the lyrics.

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