Namahage

In the remotest area, the powder snow brings
The festive season to the old traditional village
Ever since the mythical era, all through many long years
Our visitors keep coming back to warn us
Heavier than the mountain is our sin
Deeper than the ocean is our karma
«Is there a loafer here?»
«Is there a crybaby here?»
Shabby long hair and coats made of straws
Red faces just showing wrath
To save the misguided souls with delusion
They themselvs decided to be mnacing gods
Darker than the night is our nature
Hotter than the fire is our desire
«Is there a loafer here?»
«Is there a crybaby here?»
Severity, this is love
Vehemence, this is mercy
Tender heart, this is harmful
«Is there a loafer here?»
«Is there a crybaby here?»
«Is there a loafer here?»
«Is there a crybaby here?»
«Is there a loafer here?»
«Is there a crybaby here?»