Oblivion Guilty

奪われた自由　絡む枷
虚無　常に身に潜み　胸を刺す
心を戒め

かすれる夢景色
揺れる現　判らない
目を閉じて　見たくないの
虚ろな目をして

また憂鬱な夢を見る
身体に鎖を絡め
首を斬られる悪夢

幾度も繰り返し
心は徐々に朽ち逝く
自らの　罪状も知らず

流す涙　過去の記憶も何も無い
意識　存在すら
人は罪も忘れて生きる
嘘の笑み　幸せ？

草臥れた笑顔に疲れ果て
生きる虚しさが0い　0り
感じる背徳

悲しみに嘆いて　闇に怯え
何しても　あの頃に戻れないの
過去から目を背け
逃げ出すだけ

また憂鬱な夢を見る
身体に鎖を絡め
首を斬られる…
…これは夢?

幾度目かの処刑
自分の首に綺麗な
薔薇が咲いてる景色

また人は罪犯し
いつかは裁かれる果てる
咎人の罪の輪廻

滴る鮮血に染まり赫灼
何より麗しい
絶える時は幸福な笑みを
浮かべ目を閉じる

身を刻む　銀の月
いつか見た　薔薇色のシャワー

嗚呼　彼女は安らかに
優しい夢を…

Ubawareta jiyuu karamu kase
Kyomu tsune ni mi ni hisomi mune o sasu
Kokoro o imashime

Kasureru yume keshiki
Yureru utsutsu wakaranai
Me o tojite mitakunai no
Utsuro na me o shite

Mata yuuutsu na yume o miru
Karada ni kusari o karame
Kubi o kirareru akumu

Ikudo mo kurikaeshi
Kokoro wa jojo ni kuchiyuku
Mizukara no zaijou mo shirazu

Nagasu namida kako no kioku mo nani mo nai
Ishiki sonzai sura
Hito wa tsumi mo wasurete ikiru
Uso no emi shiawase?

Kutabireta egao ni tsukarehate
Ikiru munashisa ga 0i 0ri
Kanjiru haitoku

Kanashimi ni nageite yami ni obie
Nani shitemo ano koro ni modorenai no
Kako kara me o somuke
Nigedasu dake

Mata yuuutsu na yume o miru
Karada ni kusari o karame
Kubi o kirareru…
…Kore wa yume?

Ikudome ka no shokei
Jibun no kubi ni kirei na
bara ga saiteru keshiki

Mata hito wa tsumi okashi
Itsuka wa sabakare hateru
Togabito no tsumi no rinne

Shitataru senketsu ni somari kakushaku
Nani yori uruwashii
Taeru toki wa koufuku na emi o
Ukabe me o tojiru

Mi o kizamu gin no tsuki
Itsuka mita bara-iro no shawaa

Aa kanojo wa yasuraka ni
Yasashii yume o…

My freedom has been taken away. I am shackled.
Nihility ever lurks in me, stabbing at my heart
and tormenting my spirit.

I cannot tell the difference
between this blurry dreamscape and my wavering reality.
I close my eyes. I don’t want to look.
I stare vacantly.

I have another melancholy dream
and shackle myself.
The nightmare cuts off my head.

It happens time after time
and my heart rots away, little by little
without knowing the charges laid against it.

I have no tears to shed or memories of the past,
nor awareness or existence.
People live while forgetting their sins, too.
Is this false smile happiness?

I tire of this worn-out smile
and the emptiness of living is [0]
I sense my corruption.

I cry out in grief and shrink back from the darkness.
No matter what I do, I can’t go back.
I turn away from the past
and just run away.

I have another melancholy dream
and shackle myself.
Something cuts off my head…
is it a dream?

How many executions have there been?
It’s a scene of beautiful roses
blooming on my neck.

People commit crimes again
and one day their final judgement will come.
It’s the cycle of sin for the criminals.

The radiant flames are dyed by fresh blood.
They are more beautiful than anything else.
When they die out, I will give a blissful smile
and close my eyes.

I etch this silver moon in my heart
together with the rose-coloured shower I once saw.

Ah, may she rest in peace
dreaming tender dreams…