Band
  • Sound Horizon
Release Medium CD
Disc Number 1
Track Number 6
Length 5:15

Lyrics

If you are resolved to drink the bitter poison of cruel『Eternity』
I'm resolved to drink the bitter poison of cruel『Eternity』
Then let's live on together
So let's live on together

Though the winds kept carrying the 《Rulers》[departers] to that land
In the blink of an eye, everyone left

Let's recite an epic poem of the flames of war that history did not deceive
The defeated fall to the ground, and flowers wither again and again

A scarlet 《Flame》[light] that released his decaying body
From within the cage, eroded by thousands of loneliness

The chronicles of history is as rapid as a blink of an eye.
The demon sings, using words without a promise.

Though time kept turning the 《Observers》[windmills] on that land
Holding a momentary shine in their hands, seasons merely pass away

Let's recite an epic poem of the horrors of war that history did not tell of
Ash returns to the earth, and flowers bloom again and again

A scarlet 《Flame》[light] that released his decaying body
Outside the cage, tormented by thousands of pain

《Beautiful Maiden of Night》[Layla], all that you love slips through your fingers
Before your flowing 《Droplets》[tears] make a river, I give you a kiss of oath-
《Beautiful Maiden of Night》, all that you desire shake themselves free of your grasp
Will you, with a defeated face, powerlessly lament how sad this era is?
I shall ask of you now-

【The sealed aqua blue】
【The liberated ruby red】
Escaped the dungeon, the two flames danced upon its walls.

Left behind by time, in too long a darkness...
I forgot even my name, until I saw your 《Flame》, until you called out to me-

Therefore-
I shall drive away all that harms you with these hands
Let's end everything before the shed《Drops》[blood] make a river
《Beautiful Maiden of the Night》, I shall destroy all that you hate with these hands
Are they the heretics? Your brethren? Or《Holy War》[conflict] itself?
I shall ask of you now-

The chronicles of history is as rapid as the blink of an eye.
The demon incites, using flames without promise.

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