NA Localization:
Burning. Burning. Everything is burning and falling apart.
The smell of burning flesh. The terrible screams. The pain that fills your guts every time you breathe.
Each time I look back on them, each time I remember them, my cheeks twist into an awful smile.
Because these flames are what created me.
They are my grave, and my cradle.
...Now cry in hell.
Howl at the joy of birth, at the hatred of birth, and at the despair of birth!
Fan Translation:
Burn, burn, burn and consume anything and everything.
The smell of burning flesh, the hideous screaming, everytime I breathe,
my insides hurts horribly.
And everytime I try to recall it, everytime I look back,
my face forms a distorted smile.
But of course. Just look. This flame has shaped me.
It is my graveyard, my cradle.
―――Now, cry in hell.
Howl at the joy of birth, at the contempt of birth,
at the despair of birth!