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”
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
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
miyo paraneshian saakuru saakuru saakuru
saakuru saakuru miyo
paraneshian saakuru saakuru
saakuru saakuru miyo
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
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 saakuru
miyo paraneshian saakuru saakuru saakuru
saakuru saakuru saakuru miyo
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“Tobira” — a land of 3000 nautical miles seen in dreams Kicking the fertile earth, I dance a sacred dance, with a dagger at my side Sitting in the primera throne is
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 stare in wonder The sacrifice awakens
The voices of the people call to the flames
The blood burns, and 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
Behold, the Paranesian Circle Circle Circle
Circle Circle Behold it
The Paranesian Circle Circle
Circle Circle Behold it
The gears turn Inevitably and abruptly this nightmare 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?
The 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?
The Paranesian Circle Circle
The Paranesian Circle Circle Circle
Behold, the Paranesian Circle Circle Circle Circle