Tenshi no Shitone (Angel's Mattress) [OST 'Cthulhu Great Hunting']
YORU no SORA wa amaneku sunde towa ni hibiku metsubou no ne yasashiku tsutsumi kakushite
hoshi wa ochite tsuki wa kagayaki karada meguru rinne no chi ga watashi wo yobisamasu no
urumu hitomi to furueru toiki de kono yo no kegare wo subete minagoroshite
inori no todokanu kuraki tsuyu no shitone de kowareru mae no chiisana CHIKARA kono mi ni abite horobi no shirase wo tsugeru shoujo no nakigoe ga daichi ni todoku mae ni tenshi no yubisaki furete
AOi SORA ni toketa omoi wa haruka kanata negai to nari anata ni furisosogu deshou
yume wo mita no fushigi na yume wo iki mo dekizu tada shizuka ni watashi wa mitsumete ita
kono ketsumatsu de waraiau tame ni kono yo wo inori de subete umetsukushite
misogi no kaori ni yureru honoo no you ni kawareru mae no chiisana HIKARI kono mi ni abite shiniyuku itami mo ikiru itami ni mo taete kuruinagara mamoru kiete shimawanu you ni
inori no todokanu kuraki tsuyu no shitone de kowareru mae no chiisana CHIKARA kono mi ni abite horobi no shirase wo tsugeru shoujo no nakigoe ga daichi ni todoku mae ni tenshi no yubisaki furete
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The sky of the night is of a prominent calm Gently blanketed by the eternal sound of oblivion I hid
The stars fall, the moon shines Awakened by the blood of reincarnation that circulates inside me I rise
With my murky eyes With my quivering breath I shall annihilate all the filth from this world!
On this dark dewdrop mattress where no prayer could reach I bathe myself with this fleeting power on its brink of exhaustion The wails of the girl who bears the forewarning of the impending doom Touches the fingers of the angel before they even reach the land
A thought that melted into the blue sky Turns into a wish over the yonder It should be raining upon you now
I had a dream, a very mysterious one Where I can't even take my breath and simply Stared away in dead silence
In order for me to Laugh together at the end I shall engulf the whole world with my prayer!
Like a flame dancing to the scent of purification I bathe myself with this small light on its point of reformation Enduring both the pain of being near-death and being alive I shall protect, while losing my sanity for it must not fade away
On this dark dewdrop mattress where no prayer could reach I bathe myself with this fleeting power on its brink of exhaustion The wails of the girl who bears the forewarning of the impending doom Touches the fingers of the angel before they even reach the land