RUINER City Ambient

Music : Susumu Hirasawa-Island Door Lyrics : yume ni mita sanzen kairi no chi “tobira” sono houjou no tsuchi wo keri koshi ni sasu tanken seinau mai odoru kano purimera no gyokuza ni wa hi ni yakeru “kagerou ou” hi ni yakeru “kagerou ou” yagi no se wo sashite wa someru akaku sono dekiwa ni wa hana ga furi kazu ni shite sanbyaku yuuyo no me miharu kano ikenie wa me wo samesu hi ni sakebu hito no koe hi ni sakebu hito no koe chi wa kogete noboru hi to mizu no aida wo mawaridasu paraneshia no yuukyuu no haguruma toki ni shite san-ten-san byou no dorama sono hajimari no ougi ni wa yume no soto Issai gassai no nichijou sono kage wo nasu supiritto hi ni yakeru “kagerou ou” hi ni sakebu hito no koe mawaru hitsuzen katsu toutotsu ni kiwamaru takamaru koukotsu no muma kokatsu wo kui houjou wo haki shi no utsuwa ni koumyou furasu hi no kaen no tougenkyou mata wa seinaru wa no mootaadoraibu paraneshian saakuru saakuru paraneshian saakuru saakuru katsuzetsu sae danko taru oetsu kano ikenie yume no soto mufuu no mumyou no keishousha noboru kudaru noboru kudaru hi no kaen no tougenkyou mata wa seinaru wa no mootaadoraibu paraneshian saakuru saakuru paraneshian saakuru saakuru paraneshian saakuru saakuru saakuru paraneshian saakuru saakuru saakuru saakuru saakuru saakuru ------------------------------------------------------------------- “Tobira” — a land of 3000 nautical miles seen in dreams I kick the fertile earth and, wearing a dagger at my side, dance a sacred dance There in the primera throne sits the sunburned “King of Haze” the sunburned “King of Haze” I stab the goat in the back, dyeing it red Flowers fall into that skillful performance, and more than 300 pairs of eyes open wide The sacrifice awakens The voices of the people call to the flames The voices of the people call to the flames The blood burns, and in between the water and the rising flames, the aeonian gears of Paranesia begin to turn A 3.3 second long drama Within that origin’s arcanum, beyond dreams, and absolutely everything ordinary, is a spirit in the form of that shadow The sunburned “King of Haze” The voices of people call to the flames Paranesian Circle Circle Circle… The gears turn Inevitably and abruptly this nightmare (5) of ecstasy swells to a climax Devouring depletion, spewing abundance, it rains hopeful light into the vessel of death Is it the paradise of the fire’s flame, or the motordrive of a holy wheel? Paranesian Circle Circle Circle Paranesian Circle Circle Circle Even smooth speech becomes grim sobbing The sacrifice Beyond dreams A quiet, nameless successor Rising Falling Rising Falling Is it the paradise of the fire’s flame, or the motordrive of a holy wheel? Paranesian Circle Circle Circle Paranesian Circle Circle Circle Paranesian Circle Circle Circle Circle Paranesian Circle Circle Circle Circle Circle Circle Circle