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

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“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

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