Shi to Nageki to Kaze no Miyako -Ilion-

死と嘆きと風の都 -Ιλιον-

The Wind Capital of Death and Lament -Ilion-

Band
  • Sound Horizon
Release Medium CD
Disc Number 1
Track Number 7
Length 7:33

The Wind Capital of Death and Lament -Ilion- (in Japanese 死と嘆きと風の都 -Ιλιον-, Shi to Nageki to Kaze no Miyako -Ilion-) is the seventh track on Sound Horizon's sixth story CD Moira.

Lyrics

Cassandra[Κασσανδρα], Melissa[Μελλισα], and their apprentice, the Hetaera.

"Hurry up, you girls. The priest of Anemos is waiting."
"Geez, newcomer. If you keep lagging behind, my fist is gonna spit fire!"
"I-I'm sorry."

Though we don’t possess the strength of the clan of female warriors[Ἀμαζών]
We're different from those unrefined prostitutes[πόρνη]

Ah, in exchange for drachma[δραχμή] and an honest heart, we sell beautiful dreams...

Though we don’t possess the level of education of the respected poet[Σοφία]
We're different from those ignorant whores[δήμιη]

Ah, though we used to be sad slaves
We’re now roses in full bloom: the high-class courtesans[ἑταῖρα]

Aside from the selling of a flowery and breezy spring
We homeless girls don’t have anything
But we don't need pity...don’t think us stupid...
What you have is not love!

"...and now we’re here~"
"Wow~"
"This is... Ilion?"


"You! Hurry up and carry it!"
"Don’t rest!"
"You’re gonna keep building this rampart until you die!"
"Get on with it! Don’t rest!"
"Hurry up with it, will you? Hey!"

Those who carry the stones are pelted with dry sounds
Those who cry out for doctors lie on the ground lifelessly

Many slaves wore black shadows on their backs ...

"Hey, this is no good!"
"Uwah!"
"Throw this into the valley of despair!"

Those who inherit wills are the multitude of slave replacements
Those who are near death start their escape into Hades

Others can't see the shadow but the boy is aware of its existence
He is not even aware of the first time he could notice it and ...
Those who wore that strange dark shadow met a certain death in a short period of time ... a certain death.

"If you don’t wanna die, get to work!"
"Hurry up!"
"We’re only gonna give food to those who carry stones!"
"So work! Until you die! Keep working!"
"Uwah!"
"Hurry up!"

The boy nurtured with love and affection
Merely bears his hardship while nurturing hate and anger

I’ll be happier if I could just die; I’m sure I’ll be better off that way
Repeating his muttering like a mantra, he chased after the lost hope

He won’t be tamed by destiny[Moira] like an underdog
Even if slaves are dogs, he will never forget that he has fangs to bare

Before
starting
to
sprint,
the
wolf
bays
at
the
moon

"Where do you like it? Tell me."
"Ah!"
"Here?"
"Uwah!"
(My son[Νεκρός]...the more you hate life, the better. Sooner or later, your body will be mine.)
"Here? Hahaha!"
"Don’t!"
"Hey, heeeey!"

"Damn it...ouch...someday, I'm going to kill that perverted priest!"
"Yo, ugly~ Quite the amazing face you got there."
"Hmph! You’re one to talk."
"...right!"
"Hahaha!"

All humans, while carrying their fated death on their backs
Embrace each other, burying their solitude with love
However, many of them, while cursing their fated death
Take away from each other, filling their chests with emptiness

The untainted droplets that slide down the young girl’s cheeks
("I won’t let you run away, kitty~" "No...." “Ehehehehe.....”)
The instant that the red-black tip of his tongue licks them
(“No....don’t come...” "Quench my thirst..."
“NOOOOOOOO!!” “GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”)

“Are you okay?”
“Elef?”
“Misia?! Let’s run away before they come to catch us! Misia!”
“Yes!”
"Argh...is anyone there?!"
"Wait!”
“Don’t get caught now, Elef!”
"Right back at ya, Orion!"
"Yah-!"

With joined hands, they sprinted through Ilion, Ilion[Ιλιον...Ιλιον]
A shower of stardust pours down on the twilit Ilion, Ilion
The rampart of lament and death towers around Ilion, Ilion
("Wait, wait!")
They look back to see the distant Ilion, Ilion
"One-hit kill! 'The bow bends and a flame springs forth, freezing the night sky over' shot!"
"The name’s too long, idiot!"
"Hush you! This is the essence of Orion-styled archery!"
"Hahaha~"

The Wind God[Ἄνεμος] can never forgive those who disgraced God's domain
The anger fused with the Rain Goddess[Βροχή] and will conceive a daughter[Θύελλα]...

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