{{Lyrics
| group         =[[SOUND HOLIC]]
| titlejp       =紅夜の黙示録
| titlerom      =Kouya no Mokushiroku
| titleen       =Apocalypse of the Scarlet Night
| length        =04:46
| arranger      =8STYLE
| lyricist      =Blue E
| vocalist      ={{lang|ja|華憐}}
| source        =
* original title: U.N.{{lang|ja|オーエンは彼女なのか？}}
* source: {{EoSD}}
| album1        ={{LyricAlbum|Metallic Vampire|SDHC-0027.jpg}}
|kan1=
紅き月を背に
燐火の如く
解き放たれしは
悪しき微笑み
裸出されし性
愉悦に飢えて
流転の世　嗤う
黙示の牙よ
|kan2=
戒め引き千切り狂える悪魔の目覚める夜
哀しみ顧みず　涙　踏み躙るだけ
逃れる術のない憐れな命の震える影
その瞳に何よりも可笑しく映るのだろう
|kan3=
埜に響く歌が
躍る闇夜に
張り裂けし心
翳す戯れ
生贄の嘆き
須らく散る
鏤刻せし畏れ
照らす残酷
|kan4=
力に魅せられた幼き悪魔の羽撃く夜
紅く染まる空に霧裂く叫びが散る
怯える魂を無邪気な掌が弄ぶ
その手で握り締め可憐に華咲かせる
|kan5=
闇に閉じ込められ　いつしか歪んだ
朽ちて　種が育ち　悍ましい羽を開く
|kan6=
異の血　宿す身は
何処へ消え往く
呪わしき指が
望む戯れ
有為の身を刻み
輪廻噛み切る
黄泉に祈りしは
倶生の神よ
|kan7=
戒め引き千切り狂える悪魔の目覚める夜
哀しみ顧みず　涙　踏み躙るだけ
逃れる術のない憐れな命の震える影
その瞳に何よりも可笑しく映るのだろう
|kan8=
力に魅せられた幼き悪魔の羽撃く夜
紅く染まる空に霧裂く叫びが散る
怯える魂を無邪気な掌が弄ぶ
その手で握り締め可憐に華咲かせる

|rom1=
akaki tsuki wo se ni
rinka no gotoku
tokihanatareshi wa
ashiki hohoemi
rashutsu sareshi saga
yuetsu ni uete
ruten no yo warau
mokushi no kiba yo
|rom2=
imashime hikichigiri kurueru akuma no mezameru yoru
kanashimi kaerimizu namida fuminijiru dake
nogareru sube no nai aware na inochi no furueru kage
sono me ni nani yori mo okashiku utsuru no darou
|rom3=
mu ni hibiku uta ga
odoru yamiyo ni
harisakeshi kokoro
kazasu tawamure
ikenie no nageki
subekaraku chiru
rukoku seshi osore
terasu zankoku
|rom4=
chikara ni miserareta osanaki akuma no habataku yoru
akaku somaru sora ni kirisaku sakebi ga chiru
obieru tamashii wo mujaki na tenohira ga moteasobu
sono te de nigirishime karen ni hana sakaseru
|rom5=
yami ni tojikomerare itsushika yume wa hizanda
kuchite tane ga sodachi ozomashii hane wo hiraku
|rom6=
i no chi yadosu mi wa
doko e kieyuku
norowashiki yubi ga
nozomu tawamure
yuui no mi wo kizami
rinne kamikiru
yomi ni inorishi wa
kushou no kami yo
|rom7=
imashime hikichigiri kurueru akuma no mezameru yoru
kanashimi kaerimizu namida fuminijiru dake
nogareru sube no nai aware na inochi no furueru kage
sono me ni nani yori mo okashiku utsuru no darou
|rom8=
chikara ni miserareta osanaki akuma no habataku yoru
akaku somaru sora ni kirisaku sakebi ga chiru
obieru tamashii wo mujaki na tenohira ga moteasobu
sono te de nigirishime karen ni hana sakaseru

|eng1=
With a crimson moon at her back
Like a phosphorus flame
What was released that night was…
With an evil smile
Her true nature laid bare
Starving for ecstasy
Laughing over this capricious world
What apocalyptic fangs!
|eng2=
This night awakens a devil, ripping, tearing in her punishments insane
She turns not to others’ sorrow, but tramples on their tears
As she watches their pitiful lives’ shadows shivering, no means to escape
Surely there is nothing in her eyes more than amusement
|eng3=
Her song ringing in the waste
Through the dancing darkness
Raises a heart ripped apart
As if it all were a game
The cries of the sacrifices
Scattering as they should
With sheer cruelty shining upon
The fear carved into their bodies
|eng4=
This night a childish devil enchanted with power beats her wings
The screams which split the mist in the crimson stained sky scatter
And in the palm of her innocent hand she plays with frightened souls
Beautifully, pitifully, she closes her grip to make flowers blossom
|eng5=
Shut away in the darkness, at some point she twisted
Rotting as she grew, spreading her repulsive wings
|eng6=
“These bodies that hold such strange blood,
Where are they all going?”
She reaches out with her cursed fingers
As if it were all a game
Slicing into the able-bodied
Biting off reincarnation
Those that prayed to hell
Are the Soha-deva
|eng7=
This night awakens a devil, ripping, tearing in her punishments insane
She turns not to others’ sorrow, but tramples on their tears
As she watches their pitiful lives’ shadows shivering, no means to escape
Surely there is nothing in her eyes more than amusement
|eng8=
This night a childish devil enchanted with power beats her wings
The screams which split the mist in the crimson stained sky scatter
And in the palm of her innocent hand she plays with frightened souls
Beautifully, pitifully, she closes her grip to make flowers blossom
|notes=
''[http://kafkafuura.wordpress.com/2011/11/30/kouya-no-mokushiroku/ Translated by Kafka-fuura]''
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