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