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Song of Cloriel and Niah
lyrics
Wind gives a gentle touch
To fluent silk of your sleeves,
There were a two of us,
Who was falling into abyss..
Through gales of north
And the mountains of ice!
In the realm of damned
My own kingdom will rise!
My own tower will stand
On the edge of this world!
I'm the mightless empress,
Crawling down the road.
Wind gives a gentle touch
To fluent silk of your sleeves,
There were a two of us,
Who was falling into abyss..
White dress, now colored with crimson dark.
The last eclipse of moon in your eyes
Driving me mad, no turning back!
With bloodstained face,
Don`t blame me like that!
Echoing prayers from forgotten past,
When Hecate was giving her light
Just for the two of us,
Your laugh was charming bright.
Echoing prayers, through forgotten past,
When there were no stars to guide us..
For the radiant moon
There were no other brides, but
Witch was waiting for the pale Fall,
When the leaves of red falls..
Like the putrescent corpses
Of the last golden dolls,
In the waters of black
They`ll quietly drown..
Distorted mirror, the surface of lake,
Gateway to world of the eternal night!
Bloodlusted goddes is watching at us,
Trial of fate, why should we fight?
Under the bleeding moon let us dance.
Obsession, dissection, blinds my vision.
Obsession, dissection, rude penetration.
Obsession, dissection, sudden decision.
Failed salvation of abomination.
Watching at the last Fall,
While the drops of red falls..
Through gales of north
And the mountains of ice!
In the realm of damned
My own kingdom will rise!
My own tower will stand
On the edge of this world!
I'm the mightless empress,
Crawling down the road.
I'm the mightless empress,
Crawling down the road.
Crawling down the road..
Crawling down the road..
Crawling down the road..
Crawling down the road..
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released March 9, 2023
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