The Back Horn - Requiem | Текст песни

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aa koutetsu no ame ga furu chi no umi de
zutto mogaiteta kuroari ga shizundeku

aa shakunetsu no bakufuu ga fukinukete
tsui ni tadashisa mo hirugaeri kiba wo muku

ore tachi ha saku basho wo erabe ha shinai

kyasha na hi-ro- dare datte mamoru beki mono ga aru
tatakai no naka de shika sukuwarenu tamashii yo

aa kizutsuita tomo wo daki tachitsukusu
fui ni mimimoto de shinigami no waraigoe

komekami ni nibuiro no jyuujika fureta

kyasha na shinzou kishimasete hakanage na iki wo suru
doshaburi no senjyou ni narihibiku rekuiemu

osanaki hi akogareta tsuyoku yasashiki senaka
me wo fuseta sono yami ni ukanda sugata

kyasha na hi-ro- dare datte mamoru beki mono ga aru
tatakai no naka de shika sukuwarenu tamashii yo

kyasha na shinzou kishimasete hakanage na iki wo suru
doshaburi no senjyou ni narihibiku rekuiemu

furiyamanu rekuiemu

ああ　鋼鉄の雨が降る　血の海で
ずっともがいてた　黒蟻が沈んでく

ああ　灼熱の爆風が　吹き抜けて
遂に　正しさも翻り　牙を剥く

俺達は　咲く場所を選べはしない
華奢なヒーロー　誰だって守るべきものがある
闘いの中でしか　救われぬ魂よ

ああ　傷付いた戦友を抱き　立ち尽くす
ふいに　耳元で死神の笑い声
こめかみに　鈍色の十字架触れた
華奢な心臓　軋ませて　儚げな息をする
土砂降りの　戦場に　鳴り響く鎮魂歌

幼き日　憧れた強く優しき背中
目を伏せたその闇に浮かんだ姿

華奢なヒーロー　誰だって守るべきものがある
闘いの中でしか救われぬ魂よ

華奢な心臓　軋ませて　儚げな息をする
土砂降りの戦場に　鳴り響く鎮魂歌
降り止まぬ　鎮魂歌

ah, a steel rain falls on a sea of blood
the black ants that had been struggling, sink

ah, a blast of scorching hot air blows through
eventually turning 'right' on its head,
and its fangs upon me.

we can't choose where we bloom.

fragile hero, everyone has something to protect
the soul they can only save through fighting.

ah, with a wounded comrade in my arms, we stand still
suddenly the laughter of the reaper in my ears.

the temple is touched by a dull cross

delicate heart, let it creak, breathe a fleeting breath
a requiem plays out over the battlefield in a downpour

that strong and kind back I looked up to as a kid
the vision that I imagined in the darkness, with my eyes covered

fragile hero, everyone has something to protect
the soul they can only save through fighting.

a delicate heart, let it creak, breathe a fleeting breath
a requiem plays out over the battlefield in a downpour

the requiem that won't let up.

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