Boukoku Kakusei Catharsis Übersetzung:
Boukoku Kakusei Catharsis Songtext
The walls of grief are being piled up
The god of foolishness will be revered
Living is a glass of poison; the pain of needless anxiety
We drink up; someone will grant us the skill
The wise man's eagle lives and speaks in the sun
Just flapping its wings, it's a tree spirit
I have dwelled in this pair of eyes
Those which are either darkness or light
Should I be
Gazing at tomorrow?
I slaked my thirst in the city of rubble
Connect the dots and lines
The things without meaning are merely
Are overflowing
Solitude like flames
The embracing body is calming
The droplets which trickle to the drain
This life is full of displayed poison
The dream that yearns for death is washing ashore
The talons of the eagle of aloofness eat into the fortress
Just flapping its wings, it soars
Before you crucified me on that blue sky
I stood in the place where heaven and earth are linked
The memories like flowers and fruit
Are seared, are sore, are just casting off skin
The soul of that day
I wonder where it's gone
Gathering and touching the cold skin
Unite the wounds and scars of the heart
Should I once more follow the map
Engraved here?
The world has unseen wings
Concealed in those dark shadows
Shoot down the single snow-white wing
Living is a toast, a pleasure conveyed by word of mouth
Weakly thirsty for laughs and breaths
The comfort encountered sensually is in the palm of your hand
Just expand the emptiness
Ah, if this honorable defeat is beautifully scattered
Before this ecstasy, you are here
The walls of grief are being crushed
The nation of foolishness will be annihilated
Living is a glass of poison; the sadness of loving
We drink up; someone will grant us the skill
The quiet eagle sleeps and speaks beneath the moon
Just swooping down upon a wheezing voice
My life is a displayed toast filled up
The game of transient death is without end
The talons of the eagle of aloofness eat into the fortress
Just flapping its wings, it soars
Before you crucified me on that blue sky
I saw the time that birthed crime and punishment
The walls of grief are being piled up
The god of foolishness will be revered
Living is a glass of poison; the pain of needless anxiety
We drink up; someone will grant us the skill
The wise man's eagle lives and speaks in the sun
Just flapping its wings, it's a tree spirit
I have dwelled in this pair of eyes
Those which are either darkness or light
Should I be
Gazing at tomorrow?
I slaked my thirst in the city of rubble
Connect the dots and lines
The things without meaning are merely
Are overflowing
Solitude like flames
The embracing body is calming
The droplets which trickle to the drain
This life is full of displayed poison
The dream that yearns for death is washing ashore
The talons of the eagle of aloofness eat into the fortress
Just flapping its wings, it soars
Before you crucified me on that blue sky
I stood in the place where heaven and earth are linked
The memories like flowers and fruit
Are seared, are sore, are just casting off skin
The soul of that day
I wonder where it's gone
Gathering and touching the cold skin
Unite the wounds and scars of the heart
Should I once more follow the map
Engraved here?
The world has unseen wings
Concealed in those dark shadows
Shoot down the single snow-white wing
Living is a toast, a pleasure conveyed by word of mouth
Weakly thirsty for laughs and breaths
The comfort encountered sensually is in the palm of your hand
Just expand the emptiness
Ah, if this honorable defeat is beautifully scattered
Before this ecstasy, you are here
The walls of grief are being crushed
The nation of foolishness will be annihilated
Living is a glass of poison; the sadness of loving
We drink up; someone will grant us the skill
The quiet eagle sleeps and speaks beneath the moon
Just swooping down upon a wheezing voice
My life is a displayed toast filled up
The game of transient death is without end
The talons of the eagle of aloofness eat into the fortress
Just flapping its wings, it soars
Before you crucified me on that blue sky
I saw the time that birthed crime and punishment
