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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 7 ก.พ. 2025
- Track 4 - Marionettes & Whispers
Vocaloid Horror
Lyrics:
Under the lights, the music plays,
A melody wrapped in shadows and haze.
Her fragile hand in mine, so cold,
We’re puppets now in his cruel hold.
The predator grins, his voice commands,
“Take her, lead her-show me the dance.”
Her trembling form meets my gaze,
Through the crowd’s jeers and the fire’s blaze.
Her steps falter, her strength runs thin,
But I guide her gently, ignoring the din.
Her whispered words, a fragile thread,
“We’ll survive this,” she softly said.
Each step we take, the strings pull tight,
His laughter echoes through the night.
The music swells, a haunting refrain,
Binding our hearts in his cruel domain.
This dance of embers, a marionette’s waltz,
Our love on display for his cruel applause.
Her touch so warm, her strength so frail,
Each move we make writes a darker tale.
Every spin, every step, every fleeting glance,
Chains us tighter in this cursed dance.
The music slows, his voice cuts deep,
A chilling tone that makes my heart weep.
“Enough of this-let’s stoke the flame,
Show me your strength in love’s cruel game.”
He drags her forward, her steps unsteady,
Her eyes meet mine, her tears held ready.
“The flame you’ve cherished, your guiding light,
Will brand your soul by fire tonight.”
“Since she’s your strength, your brightest flame,
It’s fitting she marks you with my name.”
He shoves the brand into her shaking hands,
“Now show your worth-fulfill my plans.”
I beg for mercy, I choke on cries,
“Take me instead; don’t make her try.”
But his laughter cuts, his grip unrelenting,
Her trembling hands, her gaze, tormenting.
This dance of embers, a twisted play,
Our souls the price he makes us pay.
Her hand holds fire, her gaze meets mine,
A moment frozen in endless time.
Every step, every cry, every fleeting chance,
Burns away hope in this cruel romance.
“It’s not your fault,” I whisper low,
Through searing pain, I let her know.
“You’re stronger than this, just do what he says,
I’ll carry the burden through
The brand ignites, the heat runs wild,
She presses it slowly, her tears defiled.
My flesh sears hot, the pain cuts deep,
But it’s her breaking sobs that make me weep.
This dance of embers, his ultimate game,
Etching my soul with a mark of shame.
Her hands burn me, her cries cut through,
But her love is fierce, her courage true.
Every scream, every mark, every searing glance,
Leaves us bound in this tragic dance.
