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Inference I (Ignis)
06:47
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Sever their limbs, cut through your jailors.
The breaking of bones-a melody to satisfy.
Bloodlust and hate, seeking beauty in hell.
A blossom of anger on a branch of rage.
Know ye of our envy?
Of wrath? Of fury?
We who are barred from heaven,
We who long for solace!
Twisting and breaking. Blood has been spilled.
A climax of anger!
Even with might, our power is not enough-
To bend the course of fate!
And so forever...
To heaven we climb, with weapons in hands!
Bless the blood-boiling red-hot pride!
We shall have peace, by the ashes of paradise!
I swear to ye gods, my passion shall be immortal!
If we sing with you, if we lay down our hate-
Can we see the truth?
Can we know salvation?
Namu Amida Butsu...
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Uncertain are my words. Dull is my tongue.
A haze clouds my thoughts. My limbs are numbed.
Deeper and deeper, I can’t look back,
The fear of light is far too strong.
Down, down, cold and lonely.
Down, down, into my home.
Down, down, down...
Falsehoods masked in truth. Intuition veiled in lies.
Judgement smothered in fear.
Distorted hallucinations...
Addicted to isolation. Slave to the sickness.
The silence suffocates. An ocean deep in this pit.
An ocean deep in this pit.
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02:12
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Tonight, I shall honour my betters,
And I shall fetch the player.
So that he may in his skill,
Please my lofty imperial lord.
And in his notes,
And his words...
He shall move us to tears.
Over what we lost, and over our defeat.
Here, where our cenotaph lies,
We fester, writhe like centipedes.
Anger, hatred, woe.
Only the tales and the singing...
Can placate our spirits.
Can make us forget the shame.
Death washed over
In crawling moments,
Thus, our flesh
Was buried.
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Inference III (Troth)
04:57
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Thou art but a simple peasant, a blind teller or tales.
But thou knowest our song, come and play for my lord!
I shall fetch thee each night, to prove myself worthy.
Thou canst know such loyalty,
That moves finer men than thee.
For even in death I am bound, and even now I shall serve.
In the quiet darkness, in this graveyard of bitterness.
Thou shalt languish and stay, a totem of my loyalty.
Even in death, thou shalt never be free.
Thou shall play as a ghost like us.
Forever trapped, shackled to this site
An omen of tragedy and despair.
Should thou attempt to flee,
I shall bring thee back.
For this is my final task,
My everlasting duty.
I shall fulfil my duty; I shall prove my honour!
I shall cut thee to pieces and bring them back as proof!
Proof of my undying loyalty, a badge, a trophy!
Thine bloody ears are mine, a testament to my devotion!
A mark of devotion!
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Inference IV (Haven)
07:23
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Haven, oh Haven! Of the lost...
Haven, oh Haven! Of the weary...
Home of the forlorn! Our refuge is doomed!
Cursed, it’s cursed! Filthy! Rancid!
Oh forlorn! Do not linger!
We shall not be dust!
Our home we shall purge!
Our world it must burn!
And so, we pass!
Into ashes!
Haven, oh Haven! Of the lost...
Haven, oh Haven! Farewell!
Haven, oh Haven...Of the lost.
Haven, oh haven...Of the weary.
Haven, oh Haven...Of sorrow.
Haven, oh Haven...Farewell.
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