黙示的殉教 || Implied Martyrdom

Album art.
Album art.

黙示的殉教
mokushi-teki junkyou
Implied Martyrdom

Vocals: †Fanatic
Lyrics: 黒野京 (Kyo Kurono)
Composed by: 黒野める (Meru Kurono)
Album: 聖少女症候群 (Holy Virgin Syndrome)
Release date: 11 March 2020

Requested by: Melinyth
Watch the official video on YouTube!


日本語

雑踏交えた 軌跡の向こう
雑音も啼きだす 賛美の夜

歪んでく my self 
この手をつかめ
揺らいでく your sick
見えているか?
眼前に据えているだろう、偶像を崇めてゆけ!

狂信的賛美 堕落に溺れて
脳をかみ砕けよ 錆ついた神を呪えよ 今
盲目的耽美 最初で最期だ
その目を捧げろ お前の神を知れ

嘆き這い出た 懺悔の丘
雑音も吐き出す 聖者の夜

歪んでく my self
この手をつかめ
揺らいでく your sick
見えているか?
心臓ごと捧げるだろう、 偶像を讃えてゆけ!

狂乱的暗示 主を畏れよ
天使も地獄に沈めてしまえ 嘆きはここにあるさ
盲信的賛辞 全てを差し出せ
その手を掲げろ お前の神を知れ

狂楽的賛美 愛に溺れて
脳をかみ砕けよ 錆ついた神を呪えよ今
盲動的艶美 最初で最期だ
全てを捧げろ 
誰でもないお前の神となろう

Romanisation

zattou majieta kiseki no mukou
noizu mo nakidasu sanbi no yoru

yugandeku my self
kono te o tsukame
yuraideku your sick
miete iru ka?
ganzen ni suete iru darou, guuzou o agamete yuke!

kyoushin-teki sanbi daraku ni oborete
nou o kamikudake yo sabitsuita kami o noroe yo ima
moumoku-teki tanbi saisho de saigo da
sono me o sasagero omae no kami o shire

nageki haideta sange no oka
noizu mo hakidasu seija no yoru

yugandeku my self
kono te o tsukame
yuraideku your sick
miete iru ka?
shinzou goto sasageru darou, guuzou o tataete yuke!

kyouran-teki anji nushi o osore yo
tenshi mo jigoku ni shizumete shimae nageki wa koko ni aru sa
mosuhin-teki sanji subete o sashidase
sono te o kakagero omae no kami o shire

kyouraku-teki sanbi ai ni oborete
nou o kamikudake yo sabitsuita kami o noroe yo ima
boudou-teki enbi saisho de saigo da
subete o sasagero
dare demo nai omae no kami to narou

Translation

Beyond the traces of crowds coming and going
static starts chirping in a night of praise.

My self distorts.
Grab my hand.
Trembling, you’re sick.
Can you see them?
Maybe they’ve been placed before you. Worship the idols!

This is fanatic praise. Drown in depravity.
Crunch away at your brain and curse the rusty gods now!
These are blind aesthetics. It’s the first and last.
Offer up your eyes and know your god!

Lamenting, you crawled out of the hill of repentance.
The night of saints spits out static, too.

My self distorts.
Grab my hand.
Trembling, you’re sick.
Can you see them?
Maybe you’ll offer your whole heart up. Give praise to idols!

These are frenzied suggestions. Fear your master!
Sink the angels in hell too! Lamentations are right here.
This is a eulogy of blind belief. Present everything!
Raise your hands and know your god!

This is ecstatic praise. Drown in love.
Crunch away at your brain and curse the rusty gods now!
This is rash beauty. It’s the first and last.
Offer everything up!
Become the god of nobodies like you.

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