燬
ki
Blaze
Vocals: 秣本 瑳羅 (Sara Matsumoto)
Arranged by: Cororo with KNHEZiXYTH
Album: MetamorphoXIs
Circle: Riverside
Event: Reitaisai 9 [RTS9]
Original theme: Deaf to All but the Song [もう歌しか聞こえない]
Requested by: Amilka
I would probably classify this more as an ‘interpretation’ than a ‘translation,’ since I kind of had to improvise a little when faced with archaic Japanese grammar and Chinese characters… I used some online classical Japanese dictionaries, though, so I’m hoping that my logic holds firm! At its heart, I think this song is about Mystia, who is doomed to die a fiery death. The constant references to flames make me think that Mokou is involved too, somehow. There’s also a clever ‘theme title drop’ towards the middle and end – look out for it!
But yeah, if there’s anyone out there with more knowledge of classical Japanese than me, please feel free to correct me on the romaji/translation! I’d like to learn more about this stuff…
歌詞
「抛。」
厭世、不応無く。
「萙。」
畢命、為せど生らぬ成ら。
輪紉依り縊る瀬に聲弌つ。
幽かに慥かに耳朶を這う。
歌は響渡り ‐ 姿は無いが –
麗らかな旋律が禍の魂を娄留めた。
もう歌しか聞こえない。
「殅。」
安寧、鎹の音。
「冀。」
相貌、可惜見せぬ儘。
幾重にも嘯けど何弌つ。
己無、焔結びて灼祓え。
時は灰神樂 -靈の雀に –
誄、咫尺で彼の終に唄い上げた。
もう歌さえ聞こえない。
Romanisation
“nagisuteru.”
ensei, iyaou naku.
“kutabireru.”
hitsumyou, nasedo naranu nara.
onawa yori kubiru se ni koe hitotsu.
kasuka ni tashika ni jida wo hau.
uta wa hibiki watari – sugata wa nai ga –
uraraka na shirabe ga ka no kokoro wo tsunagi tometa.
mou uta shika kikoenai.
“yomigaeru.”
annei, kasugai no oto.
“koinegau.”
soubou, atara misenu mama.
ikue ni mo usobukedo nan hitotsu.
yamu nashi, ho musubite yaki harae.
toki wa haikagura – rei no suzume ni –
shinobigoto, shiseki de a no owari ni utai ageta.
mou uta sae kikoenai.
Translation
“Left behind.”
Pessimism, without choice.
“Worn out.”
One’s life ends, bearing no fruit, though it is complete.
A voice comes from the one strangled on the noose.
Faintly, yet surely, it crawls into my earlobes.
This song echoes, crossing over. – Though it is without form –
This glorious melody tied up and stopped the heart of darkness.
I am deaf to all but the song…
“Resurrection.”
Peace, the sound of a clamp.
“Hope.”
Those features, alas, remain unseen.
Though I recite this melody repeatedly, I am alone.
Without self, I am consumed in flames and exterminated.
Time raises a cloud of ashes – bound for the ghostly sparrow –
Condolences were sung near its end.
I am deaf to even that song now…
Releska 
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