初期衝動 – 虻瀬犬 (Abu-Se-Ken)

I don’t wanna lose to that guy

Dying until I got fed up with my frailty

The mongrel of midsummer, his pretense defiled by the wind, felt the primal impulse and laughed

Am I the same, too?

The two of us snarling at each other, our bond of pain, our shadows entangling – that’s where the primal impulse is

Blasting it up, sailing alone before we talk – that’s where the primal impulse is

The season of spring in the hide that I tear from you, making you into a mess – that’s where the primal impulse is

Everything that you and I compete for, stretching our limits, is the primal impulse

I don’t wanna lose to that guy

I hate it so much, I can’t stand it

From the hide that lifted when the beasts of midsummer sank their teeth into me, the primal impulse burst forth and growled

What about you?

The two of us snarling at each other, our bond of pain, our shadows entangling – that’s where the primal impulse is

Blasting it up, sailing alone before we talk – that’s where the primal impulse is

The season of spring in the hide that I tear from you, making you into a mess – that’s where the primal impulse is

Everything that you and I compete for, stretching our limits, is the primal impulse

This is the primal impulse