—Her body is made out of moe
Her blood is of doujins and her heart of galges
She survived through countless dawns
Not even once retreating, not even once being understood
She was always alone intoxicated with victory in a hill of comikets
Thus, her life has no meaning
That body, was certainly made out of moe

Literal translation

—I am the bone of my moe.
Doujins are my body and galges are my blood.
I have seen over a thousand dawns
Unknown to Death, nor known to Life.
Have withstood pain to attend many comikets
Yet, those hands will never hold anything.
So as I pray, Unlimited Moe Works.

Translation in the spirit of the English rendition.