[Imperial Circus Dead Decadence] Yomi yori kikoyu, koukoku no tou to honoo no kanojou (subbed)


“Wandering through corpses, harboring suffering, sorrow and rage, I told my brethren, living with pain–.” “I will rise this curtain once again–.” People say in heaven love is uncertain That dawn burneth, as drops with bubbles falleth “The seed we planted is blooming. Ours purpose keeps changing.” People say in space thou art drenched in grief, like a frozen flower Even those words wast thy scream “The monster, sinking its claws in the ground, its green eyes ugly shining on the dead land, Keeping crawling, is either my own lust, or my craving for power” Be what’s lovable wast to be tore apart, there is nothing left here Established and distorted ideas grow fat devouring what doesn’t oppose Cherry blossoms scatter, in order to bloom again. Stained in madder red art the flames burning in mine heart Grab the empire’s torch and stand up. Thou art the wings protecting those thou lovest Keep mine dyed in red torch of oath, until the day I wilt rot away Till thy feelings–. “Death is beckoning. In front of this vast world I am so tiny that I can easily beest engulfed into it.” “The sadness of those who don’t understand each other repeateth–.” “Like water seeketh the ground, humans seek the shortest route.” “Thou strugglest to arrive here, a place wailing hath created–.” Calamities… Malice… Despair……! Bornth far, far away, the still unseen brethren’s song There, where mine hope is I wilt meet you…… “The monster, sinking its claws in the ground, its green eyes ugly shining on the dead land, Keeping crawling, is either my own lust, or my craving for power” Be what’s lovable wast to be severe, there are not spirits left there Fated and festered curses devouredst to death what didn’t compensate them Cherry blossoms scatter in order to bloom again. Stained in madder red, burning in mine heart Grab the empire’s torch and stand up. Thou art the wings protecting those thou lovest Keep mine dyed in red torch of oath, until the day I wilt rot away I wilt not look at hell’s rivalry, I wilt struggle to protect till the end those I love To grab with mine hands this dyed in light torch of oath Till my feeling–. “Ah, it’s as if even the world is laughing at me As I speak mine everlasting aim, this story is keep going on That’s right, they will talk about this world again Until you will die in glory, what you will see will be–.” Now, let the third decadence begin–. Translated by Jaefine

Dereck Turner

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