The apostale castle smells rotten
The Last Supper begins as always

Gruesome foods on the table
A woman eating them up alone with a smile


Her name is Vanika Conchita
She was once an opsomaniac
And then she went farther than that

The ultimate level of the baddest foods

Respect her, honor her

Our great Conchita
All of the foods in this world
Are for her


Eat them up, every bit of the world
More room for foods in her

The shining pale blue deadly poison
Is the best spice for main dishes
Eat up right down to the bone

If it's not enough, bite into the dishes
Total bliss on her tounge
The supper is not finished yet


The 15th personal chef of this year
He asked me

"Could you let me take holidays, my lady?"
I have to say, they're all useless


Respect her, honor her
Our great Conchita
Betrayers have to pay the price

For what they do

Eat them up, every bit in the world

Todays menu is really special
The shining pale blue hair
Works out perfectly for salad hors d'oeuvres

Eat up right down to the bone
If it's not enough, just have "another"
Oh, my butler, over there

What does "you" taste like?

And then the castle was deserted

Nothing left there, anyone else but her
Even so, she wanted more
The ultimate level of the baddest foods


Eat them up every bit in the world
She gazed at her right hand

And smiled amiably
"There's more to eat"
The baddest food for Conchita

It was... Yes, it was herself
Now she knows all the tastes in the world
But nobody knows what "she" tasted like