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|en=-A nightmare that should be avoided - impulse. Who is the broken marionette?-<br> | |||
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Ones who are born into a world without salvation.<br> | |||
Tangled around their bodies is...the chain of death.<br> | |||
Controlling the unseen chains, the envoy of Thanatos who eventually arrives<br> | |||
Will not let that escape<br> | |||
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Spurned on by a sudden impulse<br> | |||
The mother and her child ran out. What chases them is a silver carriage.<br> | |||
The scene on a night of snowstorm. A saddening story colored by the midnight sun...<br> | |||
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A woman dashing through the plains of snow Embracing a small child The silver carriage, like gust Takes after the escaping shadows | |||
The black-clothed man raised a frozen arm above his head, burning azure It’s too late for a time of awakening surrounded by dazzling light | |||
What the woman buried in the snowy plains is…ah The remains of her beloved child… | |||
Never cries, never moves, baby is under the snow. Never smiles, never grows, sad song of fate. | |||
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Revision as of 22:38, 31 May 2021
銀色の馬車Gin’iro no BashaThe Silver Carriage | |
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Length | 2:56 |
Type | Vocal |
Release Date | 11 August 2002 |
Band | Sound Horizon |
Label | Doujin |
The Silver Carriage (in Japanese 銀色の馬車, Gin’iro no Basha) is the fourth track on Sound Horizon's second story CD Thanatos. It later appeared on the first pleasure CD Pico Magic.
Lyrics
Ones who are born into a world without salvation.
Tangled around their bodies is...the chain of death.
Controlling the unseen chains, the envoy of Thanatos who eventually arrives
Will not let that escape
Spurned on by a sudden impulse
The mother and her child ran out. What chases them is a silver carriage.
The scene on a night of snowstorm. A saddening story colored by the midnight sun...
A woman dashing through the plains of snow Embracing a small child The silver carriage, like gust Takes after the escaping shadows
The black-clothed man raised a frozen arm above his head, burning azure It’s too late for a time of awakening surrounded by dazzling light
What the woman buried in the snowy plains is…ah The remains of her beloved child…