The legend lives on from Otou-sama on down
Of the dolls that they called Rozen Maiden
For Gin, it is said, there is nothing but dread
When the songs of her Megu turn gloomy.
With Lempicka in hand, number four up and ran
Once again charged the one that was empty
That loyal doll in blue was simply run through
And she’d plummet right back down to Sui.

This Bara took in stride all but Enju’s great pride
Coming in to destroy the other Maidens
As the Rozens all go, she was stronger than most
Even though she was soul un-laded.
Since they left her alone Hina returned home
When three more went into the Field of N
And later that night when her Maiden gave out
Could anyone see Tomoe’s still cryin’?

The wind and the water made a brave showing then
Yet this crystal broke through both the fighters
By then, Jun knew, what a fraud was Enju,
Smirked when Jade-star stepped into the fire.
Then Kana struck back with her whirlwind attack
And the right arm came off with a slashin’
When Bara got revenge, this ‘Father’ just said
It’s a step in the right direction.

With only three left, Shinku and Gin up on deck,
They were firin’ rounds at each other
In the N field they raged, the Alice Game staged,
But the next kill would go to another.
A ray of quartz shot in, only but to begin
The black feathered doll’s soul was fadin’
Shinku even cried when this lampe went outta sight
‘Twas the end of the first Rozen Maiden.

Does anyone know where these doll’s minds go
When the nachtgiest are plucked from their bodies?
The crimson one said far worse than being dead
Just lying there silent in mem’ry.
They may get to think, and may see with their eyes;
But cannot break sleep thought they want more.
Then all that remains are the faces and the names
Of the Mediums that they had fought for.

Tomoe loves and Megu she sings
In the bed of her hospital mansion.
And Micchan schemes to own all their dreams;
The Stern twins still loved by the watch-man.
The sixth in the row, Hinaichigo
She took in what Shinku would give her,
Enju simply glows with that Barasuishou
But she’d shatter for the Rozen within her.

In a stained-glass old hall Laplace would play
The other four brought back still bitter foes,
The only two frayed in a fair fight they say
Berribell and Lempicka for white Rose.
The legend lives on from Sakurada on down
Of the dolls they call Rozen Maiden.
And Father, they said, will not care for the dead
For the next Alice Game will come early!