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An armful of Chinese lanterns sprayed red with blood,Once again they've eaten a bad, bad girl,In one hand, the head and souvenir of my mother,And I scowl at Buddha tonight,Amongst the blizzard, flowers flutter in the moonlit night,Concealing me as the mask of a demon,Now I'll turn and pull out my sword,And grow into a demon to destroy my mother's enemies,I swing my dripping red sword,Slaying the "evil" in ones and twos,Yanking off their heads with my mother's sympathy,And I scowl at Buddha tonight,Amongst the blizzard, flowers flutter in the moonlight night,Concealing me as the mask of a demon,Now I'll turn and unsheath my sword,Changing the fate of my mother's enemies?I walk this path with no regret Aus Songtexte Mania