Fearlessly moving forward, riding the wings of Nike*
Through with the fighting for the millenium
Fixing a patriotic flag on every person’s bike, we
Scatter the spirits with an ICBM
On the front lines, scrambling side to side
Toiling, dying, what else is new?
Rising with the new generation tide
As the cycle of life turns on
Senbonzakura, from cherries in the night
Now not even your voice will carry out of sight
Here our feast table lies, with iron key and lock
You can patronize us from the chopping block
In this legion of worlds, this universe so broad
Not one heartbroken word will reach the ear of God
Though the blue up above seems fathomlessly high
The machine gun fire pierces through the sky
War heros mingle with the whores of the red light quarter
Must be they haven’t seen this district before
Him, her, we all are chosen, in no specific order
Fall into saintly step with, “one, two, three, four”
Marching onward, under the gate of Zen
Driving all our demons away
Surely we’ll be rewarded in the end
By the thunder of the applause
Senbonzakura, those cherries in the night
Now not even your voice will carry out of sight
Here our feast table lies, with iron key and lock
You can patronize us from the chopping block
In this legion of worlds, this universe so broad
Not one heartbroken word will reach the ear of God
But I see hills of hope now with the naked eye
As the fireworks are lighting up the sky
On the front lines, scrambling side to side
Toiling, dying, what else is new?
Rising with the new generation tide
As the cycle of life turns on
Senbonzakura, from cherries in the night
Now not even your voice will carry out of sight
Here’s our feast offering, in prison quarantine
So I dare you, spring from off your guillotine
Senbonzakura, their petals taking flight
If you sing me a song, I’ll dance till morning light
Here the banquet is done, within a cage of steel
Take your blazing gun, and fire it at will
*the goddess of victory