天使の褥 (Tenshi no Shitone / Angel's Mattress) (исполнитель: Denkare)
[bad word] no SORA wa amaneku sunde towa ni hibiku metsubou no ne yasashiku tsutsumi [bad word] hoshi wa ochite tsuki wa kagayaki karada [bad word] rinne no chi ga watashi wo yobisamasu no [bad word] hitomi to [bad word] toiki de kono yo no kegare wo subete [bad word] inori no todokanu kuraki tsuyu no [bad word] de [bad word] mae no chiisana CHIKARA kono mi ni abite horobi no shirase wo [bad word] shoujo no nakigoe ga daichi ni todoku mae ni tenshi no yubisaki furete AOi SORA ni toketa omoi wa [bad word] 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 [bad word] misogi no kaori ni [bad word] honoo no you ni [bad word] mae no chiisana HIKARI kono mi ni abite shiniyuku itami mo [bad word] itami ni mo taete [bad word] mamoru kiete shimawanu you ni inori no todokanu kuraki tsuyu no [bad word] de [bad word] mae no chiisana CHIKARA kono mi ni abite horobi no shirase wo [bad word] shoujo no nakigoe ga daichi ni todoku mae ni tenshi no yubisaki furete === 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 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