White Death
As owner of seiren
The small land grew up larger than the former power
She was a piece to threaten
But she was forced to sing before long
Lili... sad lullaby of farewell for the fools
She is crying...
She is crying... She is crying... and she is singing now
But no one will ever save her
Any heaven or hell can save her soul
Where are you now, oh please do let me know
I can hear your voice
But still it's so far away
The world in me is grayish snow
Ticking at the end
They're the Reverbs of bygone days
"Welcome to the last scene"
Fools parade along gloriusly to hell
Death is clapping their hands
Oh... Like a festival crescendo
I don't want to lament
I don't want to fear
She is crying...
She is crying... She is crying... and she is singing now
She is singing the white death
Whispering softly to the fools "come and play"
Where are you now, oh please do let me know
I can hear you voice
But still it's so far away
The world in me is grayish snow
Ticking at the end
They're the reverbs of bygone days
Where are you now, oh please do let me know
I can hear you voice
But still it's so far away
The world in me is grayish snow
Ticking at the end
Keeps on spinning without stopping
Where are you now, oh please do let me know
I can hear you voice
But still it's so far away
The world in me is grayish snow
Ticking at the end
They're the reverbs of bygone days
Tick-tock... Tick-tack...
Hear the funeral march
Such big sins
Resigned eyes
Oh... Death is laughing
Tick-tock... Tick-tack...
The clock is ticking away the seconds
Listen... Don't break my heart...
I'm not thy God...
The small land grew up larger than the former power
She was a piece to threaten
But she was forced to sing before long
Lili... sad lullaby of farewell for the fools
She is crying...
She is crying... She is crying... and she is singing now
But no one will ever save her
Any heaven or hell can save her soul
Where are you now, oh please do let me know
I can hear your voice
But still it's so far away
The world in me is grayish snow
Ticking at the end
They're the Reverbs of bygone days
"Welcome to the last scene"
Fools parade along gloriusly to hell
Death is clapping their hands
Oh... Like a festival crescendo
I don't want to lament
I don't want to fear
She is crying...
She is crying... She is crying... and she is singing now
She is singing the white death
Whispering softly to the fools "come and play"
Where are you now, oh please do let me know
I can hear you voice
But still it's so far away
The world in me is grayish snow
Ticking at the end
They're the reverbs of bygone days
Where are you now, oh please do let me know
I can hear you voice
But still it's so far away
The world in me is grayish snow
Ticking at the end
Keeps on spinning without stopping
Where are you now, oh please do let me know
I can hear you voice
But still it's so far away
The world in me is grayish snow
Ticking at the end
They're the reverbs of bygone days
Tick-tock... Tick-tack...
Hear the funeral march
Such big sins
Resigned eyes
Oh... Death is laughing
Tick-tock... Tick-tack...
The clock is ticking away the seconds
Listen... Don't break my heart...
I'm not thy God...
Credits
Writer(s): Rie Nakane (pka Mitsuki), Tomoya Watanabe (pka Kokuyasou)
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