Gorgeous lyrics sing the sadness and perseverance of life. Bagpipes and the sound of the waves, mixed with deep and gloomy background, mixed with various flavors. Lyrics
Lyrics translation:
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the hall of requiem
A ruined scene. Ghosts sang dissolutely
Black rosemary bloomed and vines grew in a winding way
The soul looked around and believed in the bloody moonlight
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the hall of requiem
The bloodsucking queen with long hair pushed open the dusty window
The dead branches reflected her face as pure as a girl
. P > Beloved, do you still remember my appearance?
Did you always feel sad at the night when I was buried?
I found the hall of requiem smelling the fragrance of blood.
The statue with broken arms in the distance was hidden by the side.
It was the goddess' wild desire to show the direction with her middle finger.
Red flowers were blooming beside her. It was heaven.
There was an abyss and a river in front. The soup plate is filled with spoiled thick soup
She will pinch the neck of the flower and ask if it is sad
Do you remember my distant lover?
Were you always sad when I was bleeding
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the hall of reposing my soul
"The sun and the moon are shining, but I can only see the moon.
She has an intoxicating taste of blood red and silvery white fragrance.
The queen sings in a low voice. They like to hide in cold places near dead trees in the abyss.
Every dead night, they listen to the hidden sound of blood underground.
They like to sing strange songs just like the songs of the dead.
Are they singing revengeful thoughts or lonely despair?
Do you remember what I look like?
Why didn't I meet your eyes when I looked down at my funeral?
I found my soul by smelling the fragrance of blood. It's a figure that grows quietly.
How can it be so cool without quiet moonlight?
The ruined grassland emits rotten fragrance.
Beautiful elves wander around the palace in secret.
They are also thinking about who is carrying the sadness of memories.
The vines are luxuriantly entangled to hide their desire for revenge.
They are waiting for the day to come and taste the soup that tastes like blood.
Their favorite people. Burying
smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the hall of repose
Life grows wantonly and looks at endless sadness
Flowers bow their heads and sing and never die.
Memories of places with Mansa Zhuhua must be blooming
The back of young people who are far away is embedded in tearful eyes
Love without blessing will not die because of this
Some people choose cowardice and some people decide to be strong
Can blue and melancholy rivers wash away the past < Don't forget
weak excuses and casual perfunctory stifled a beautiful flower
That beauty withered in waiting, turned into injury, turned into hate and turned into bloody desire
I want to find him, whether he changed his appearance or not
I will remember that his eyes were once so clear
I will remember that his oath was once so loud
I will remember that his betrayal once made me leave so hastily
He has left. Happiness because there is no obstacle from me
I am back where I belong
Because of love, I gave up myself and wandered alone in the dark again
The poor queen, like her flowers
finally chose to drink the blood-like soup alone
Dear people, wherever you go
Please inadvertently think of your beautiful bride.