The Summer Funeral

Sigh

Compositor: Mirai Kawashima

Silence enshrouds the remembrance that is feasting on my endless pain
My pain the scorching sun has raised from the depth of my withered heart

Is it an illusion made up by my mind
(Or should) I face the fact that the past is alive
This must be an illusion made up by my mind, I'm blind
Death that once belonged to the dream is now alive and haunts me
A wound carved in me which time won't heal, I know I will never be relieved
The memory I had to conceal inside
Tragedy that once belonged to the past now wakes up
The memory I had to conceal inside now revealed

A life my innocence had to prey
Lost and forgotten in a frozen memory
I'm guilty because I'm alive
I'm alive, I'm alive
An innocence my malice had to prey
Lost and forgotten in a frozen memory
Am I guilty? Am I to be judged?

I'm the one
Yes, I am, Yes, I am, Yes, I am
I'm the one to be damned forever

Help me dream in this silence forever
Though my soul is not to be saved, never ever, nor are theirs
Help me dream in the heat of the sun forever
Though my soul will never be saved, never
Oh my lord, may my curse damn them to hell
Forever to burn into the flame I once fell
Just let them know of the price to pay
Forever to rot in the seas of decay
Their intention was evil but mine was not
O God do you hear me or was it your will
I am so evil but who is not
God is so evil if it was his will

When sanity died, the malice was born
A life to be saved and a life that was saved
My sin which I should have known
My sin which I thought I had buried
Buried in the past forgotten, forever

The beast lies within their eyes
They feast upon their sweet lies
The shrieks unheard to be heard by the dead
They once fed, they once bred
Their ears are deafened, their eyes are blinded
They have no tongues to speak their truth
The words are buried in the smoke of fires
The curse is sung by the dead men's choir

I am not the one who seeks for the truth that's buried in heaven
I am not the one who fears the tribulations in hell, the one who seeks for the vengeance to be slowly done
I am not the one who waits for (the) curse which I know falls on none

They burned my flesh
They burned my soul
They burned my shadow
They burned my blood
They burned my love
They burned my hate
They burned my pleasure
They burned my pain

The fire burns the eyes to see I've got
The fate confined in the burning tombs
No flowers to bloom in the ashes on which I lie
Unleashed up us unwanted doom
Death begins to show its shadow
Shriek shot through my shivering womb
My blood-shod grave, so shabby and shallow
A hoof on the devil is proof of evil

The fire burns the tongue to speak
For the truth in ashes I have to seek
Screamer, redeemer or is it silence
Like a spear to my ears
I'm falling from the throne blind
I'm crawling through the stain of blood
I'll be slain, insane, in vain
As I was
As I was
As I was burned in hell
I've seen it
I've seen it
I've seen it
Yes, Hell does exist

The fangs to be sharpened seek another prey
Blood to be shed brings death to be done
Life is denied when our dawn draws so nigh
I'll be chained to the stain of blood
King of slaughter
Sins to be scattered, crucified upon the burning throne, the unwelcome spawn is
To be stoned but never to be moaned

I am not the one who waits for the tragedy that I'll be given
I am not the one who yearns for death to be forgiven
I am not the one who sacrificed my own (sacred) flesh
I am not the one who sacrifices my own (filthy) blood
Denial or betrayal
The warning came but it was too late
The angels bleed to sate their greed
Yes Demon's greed, and never to be freed
Denial or betrayal
The angels bleed to feed the evil
Only to be preyed upon their seed, I plead!

I am not the devil though my way might not be right
I am not the devil even if my hands are filled with blood
Oh God do you kill us for your own fun?
Like a stain of what has been done