Kuro no Yogensho

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Kuro no YogenshoBlack Chronicle
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Length 4:54
Type Vocal
Release Date 19 March 2004
Band Sound Horizon
Label Doujin

Black Chronicle (in Japanese 黒の予言書, Kuro no Yogensho) is the first track on Sound Horizon's first story renewal CD Chronicle 2nd.

Lyrics

Romanized transcription pending
Fantasy Story Suite....Chronicle 2nd


That is...the story of the world and a girl who traces history

There is a poem I want to recite...there is a path I want to follow...
There is a hill I want to protect...there are roses I want to be proud of...
There is a battle I want to resolve...there is a song I want you to hear...
There is a voyage I want to speak of...there is a right arm I want to lift up...

No matter when, we did not give up. Beyond history, the sky both far yet so near
A promise made with you. Feelings that are passed on. Our never-ending lineage[Chronicle]..

“O <Black God-Child>[Lucia]...I am saddened...!
I thought you could've understood the truth of the book...
But nevermind...if you think you can change history...
Then come at me anytime...!”

<Black Chronicle>

By the time I was aware, my mother was gone
The slight sense of sadness is a gentle lullaby...

“There are similar people everywhere.”
"-our paths seemed like they could go anywhere."

Before I was born, my father was gone as well
The certain sense of hatred is a passionate heart of love...

“There were plenty of similar people.”
“-where do you seek? What do you betray?”

Born whilst embracing different stars, we're now
Embraced by the same sky, yet despite that...

A white horse dashing towards the future we dreamt of back then
Ignorant of the shadow chasing it, we were taken on its back
Dashing towards...the prophesied end...

<Black Chronicle>

<Black Chronicle> Those are books that shouldn't exist
Ancient books with black covers, totaling 24 volumes
That are being kept at a certain Chronicle Worshipping Order[Cult's] facilities

Recorded on those books were numerous accounts from the beginning of history
They all held a certain sense of coherency, and it is evident that they are chronicles
If we are to accept those as historical facts
What does that make of the history we've come to affirm thus far?

The book's accounts even concern the future - one difference[seed] brings several theories[leaves] to budding, blooming debates[flowers] of confusion

The greatest thesis amongst them being the end of this world in the future soon to come
As a <historical fact>...

Where do our comrades begin, where do our enemies end?

One mistake in judgment on that, and you'll be massacred by history

Everyone selfishly draws their own borders

Engraved upon the white map is the trial of conflict

Ah...how narrow...how narrow is this world...!

-Justice

Kill all your enemies. O comrades, you can have a brief moment of reprieve
Are you happy? Ah...a happy world? A world of deathly meetings? Are you...happy with that?
But comrades too can become enemies, so we should strike in advance and kill them
Are you happy? Ah...a happy world? A world of deathly encounters? Are you...really happy?
But enemies won't just disappear, so we live in fear
Are you happy? Ah...a happy world? A world of deathly meetings? Are you...happy with that?
Then it's simply rinse and repeat - that is the way to grasp happiness
Are you happy? Ah...a happy world? The way to grasp happiness

That's wrong! That kind of logic is just wrong!
There are people trying to sell out this world
You should realize that, and once you do, you should fight
Like the white crow that takes the wind of time head-on with just one wing

The map entrusted to the future we dreamt of back then
Though once ignorant of the shadow redrawing it, we now surpass our past selves
Dashing towards...the unprophesied beginning...

<Black Chronicle>

By the time I was aware, my mother wasn't here anymore.
The one who told me that she died from sickness
Was the organization that took me in as an orphan and raised me
There were many similar people in the organization
Eventually, we came to question the organization and fled...

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Information

Summary

Vocals & Voices

Musicians

Other All Violin by Mutsumi Suzuki

Electric Guitar & Bass & Accordion & Keyboards by Revo
Udu & Djembe & Tambourince & Castanet & Other Percussion & Computer Programming by Revo

Production

Produced by Sound Horizon

Lyrics & Image Story Written by Revo
Music Composed & Arranged by Revo

Recorded & Mixed & Mastered by Revo
Booklet & Label Design by Yokoyan
Special thanks for Kuri
Recorded at Studio C5

Live Performances