argh i would KILL to hear this as a song!!!! The lyrics are GREAT!!!!!!
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“Is This Feast: Echoes of the Past — Phantom” (song name/title)
↑ * inspired by Farce & Capriccio French cover by Daphnis / enfantome on YT. And half a bit of Heartbeat Clocktower English cover by Rosencrantz on YT (Towards the end).
This trial,
Of the Start
The clocktower ticks on, —
( reminder )
Warning,
( stuck. )
The back of his head is filled with vermins,
Pointed to the empty chair,
Is the skeleton of he who is stuck.
YBear Leader: Worthy(worthless) memories, of that one car.
Do you even want them ?
The ruins of this one, of us,
red chain, if you know
Whodunit,
We would like to hear —
What you have to plea, “Sad Soul of Grey” ?
Pa: changing names, faces and tags by the hour,
What you want is already dealt with.
Like your honor, the ones he held so dear -
Have been left without a hint of trace.
In the hands of that Hare.
Babybid: End him ! End him ! Go and find that hare !
To the right, the left, and even maybe underground !
Bowbid: The one who made it happen, look for the “Golden Hare”.
Marione: How long will this have to be continued ?
How long will their anger be ?
We should have went to the above....
Nothing awaits us,
but regret.
Tombstone Ruler: You “Sad Soul of a Swamp Lake Sibling”, how should
We go with your plan ?
The green path, is nothing....
But admitting defeat !
Unstable minds,
Disorganized lives.
Ruins of broken papers, stained by
Ones you trusted.
Each one is that one behind you,
Creating a catatonic fraction,
In you.
The story is no longer able to end
Out of touch with reality,
Deflected without an open sign.
If it were down to us, the ones we know,
That could end this all.
It would be nothing but an old lamentation: —
“the downfall of humanity, lies in his greedy hands.”
YBear Leader: it's all led down to this, (open case, closed)
“the one who has demon's eyes”,
I want you to plea,
On how you became connected to all this?
Guardian: I'm afflicted by a horrible curse.
I must, to end it all,
Redo my ancestors' words. Do it fully,
So that's why I listened to that thing.
Domestics: End him ! Eat him ! Otherwise make him pay !
Isolated woman who dared to be here ! (How could you !?)
YBear Leader: decide, whatever, judge her, do it !
Trial ! Sentence ! Death ! (WHY ?!)
Guardian: Right where I was, resigned to be captured,
A young dispirited-crescent girl held out a hand. . .
Waitchter: I wanted some person who could do what I wanted to do !
Guardian: That's how I became, attached than before—
“Sad Soul of Grey” y “Cursed Guard”.
Both bodies dormenting the opening,
The ruins of the papers;
Each hide what their goal is,
Of the
Meaning (you... Invader !) .
Truth (HOW COULD YOU)
and the
“Yellow Bear”,
“Tombstone Ruler”,
“Marione”,
“Waitchter who hopes”,
And “Hell”
When the Happiest Day will come,
Finally, the answer will be satisfying.
Ah, which of them will be the unacceptive speaker ?
Irredguchainlar: Lu li la, lu li la, lu li la li la. . .
Does the speed of it resounds. . .
Friendship, Trauma, Justice, Illusions,
Hope, Disasters, Dreams, Greed, love, Death.
Tangled and mingled together, emitting an eternal voice.
The lullaby of a [ .BLACK BOX ]'s body.
Just before his death, the Hare, driven by his absolute
created, perform, for him a deep dark theater.
The “Immortality” so much desired by this prey and his sin,
Will it finally be over?
Come all, to rest.
And end this tale of the cursed Purple-line!
_______
The blue fox, a cursed guard, girl who hopes . . .
Will they see?
How it is to sit and wait,
...
It's not fit for humans.
The red chain is the center,
In the center, of two minds.
In the two trash bags.
He's the start.
The catalyst,
The reason; why?
Truly unfortunate.
Unforgiving.
It is destiny yet,
The clocktower he is.
( Sky ) , ( County ) , ( Flowers) , ( Ground ) . . .
The glass bottle he is.
( Sea ) , ( Land ) , (Toys ) , ( Floor ) . . .
A bullet to the head.
I continue to spin,
The story keeps unwinding.
In this theater, which we live in, became his favorite.
The one who made me to spin,
The one who made me stay here,
The one who's called me his ‘brother’.
As I spun
He continued to say such things.
.
.
.
The red chain is nowhere to be found. . . !
.
.
.
When I am right here,
It started raining.
The foggy clouds,
The rain seems like moonlight.
It's painted me in unflavored colors,
Ones he keeps saying that are truly
Mine.
I must listen, as I am his
‘Brother’.
I will do whatever, everything in advance
To keep them on living.
Lu li la, lu li la, lu li la li la. . . Lu li la, lu li la, lu li la li la. . . Lu li la, lu li la, lu li la li la. . . Lu li la, lu li la, lu li la li la. . . Lu li la, lu li la, lu li la li la. . . Lu li la, lu li la, lu li la li la. . . Lu li la, lu li la, lu li la li la-la. . . !
My ‘spring’ incorporated in the depths,
Of this circus's machines. . .
still.
Turning,
ticking on,
still.
Turning,
ticking on,
still.
Turning,
ticking on . . .
The earth has made me apart of her long ago. Yet,
I am still spinning.
My ‘spring’ incorporated in the depth,
Of this circus's machines. . .
I have become [ GOD, CREATOR OF IT ALL. ]
I have become [ MOTHER, CREATOR OF IT ALL. ]
I have become . . .
See, if I stopped no one would want to listen again.
See, if I stopped it would no longer be fun.
We'd be gone if I were to stop.
So for the maintenance of their beings...
I must do.
Whatever . . .
Everything in my power. . .
(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!)
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