Ai-Chan - Requiem of Blades

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  • เผยแพร่เมื่อ 7 ก.พ. 2025
  • Track 2 - Echoes & Thrones
    Vocaloid Horror
    Lyrics:
    One by one, their laughter dies.
    One by one, I hear their cries.
    Their smiles, their jeers-they’re etched in my head,
    The echoes of shame, the words they said.
    But now they cower, now they fall,
    My blade sings sharp-I'll take them all.
    The halls are drenched in crimson streams,
    Their terror feeds my darkest dreams.
    Each step I take, their fates align,
    A requiem written in blood and time.
    Slash, cut, their judgment bleeds,
    This is the justice their laughter needs.
    No mercy here, no place for grace,
    I am the storm they cannot face.
    Strike, strike, their sins run deep,
    Their voices drown, their secrets weep.
    I carve their end with deadly art,
    Each blow a hymn from my burning heart.
    They thought they’d feast on his despair,
    Their mocking smiles, their hollow stares.
    But now they scream, now they kneel,
    Their hollow lives I’ll gladly steal.
    Their masks can’t hide their coward’s soul,
    I see their fear-I take control.
    The blade in my hand is justice earned,
    For every scar, their empire burns.
    Slash, cut, their judgment bleeds,
    This is the justice their laughter needs.
    No mercy here, no place for grace,
    I am the storm they cannot face.
    Strike, strike, their sins run deep,
    Their voices drown, their secrets weep.
    I carve their end with deadly art,
    Each blow a hymn from my burning heart.
    Did you think your laughter would never end?
    Did you think his pain would never bend?
    You made this war, you lit this flame-
    And now, you’ll drown in your own shame.
    Your blood feeds the halls, your screams the choir,
    Each strike fans the vengeance fire.
    The castle knows, it craves your sins,
    And I’ll ensure the reckoning begins.
    Slash, cut, their judgment bleeds,
    This is the justice their laughter needs.
    No mercy here, no place for grace,
    I am the storm they cannot face.
    Strike, strike, their sins run deep,
    Their voices drown, their secrets weep.
    I carve their end with deadly art,
    Each blow a hymn from my burning heart.
    One by one, I close their eyes.
    (“One by one, their laughter dies.
    One by one, I close their eyes.”)

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