緋色の花

Featured on Lost, 第三次領土拡大遠征凱旋記念『国王生誕祭』

Performed during Sound Horizon Live Tour 2006 −第一次領土拡大遠征−, Sound Horizon Live Tour 2009 – 第三次領土拡大遠征 –, 第三次領土拡大遠征凱旋記念 国王生誕祭, Sound Horizon Live Tour 2011　-第一次領土復興遠征- =Lyrics=  6番目の記憶」

昏い森に横たわる

「ゆるさない... ゆるさない...」

手負いの兵を囚えた

「ゆるさない... ゆるさない...」

少女は闇を見つめて

「ゆるさない... ゆるさない...」

紅玉(ルビー)の微笑(えみ)を浮かべた･･･

「ゆるさない... ゆるさない...」

緋(あか)い空を見上げてた　風に流される茜雲

沈まぬ夕陽を見上げてた　幾千の影が森を駈けてゆく

偽りの黄昏に染った　戦場を焦がした焔は揺れ躍る

唯守るべきモノの為『私』は戦う

けれど大地に縛られた身体は動かない･･･

「忘レモノハ在リマセンカ…？」

少女の囁きは森の魔性

我を穢す者には災いを

終わりなき呪われた輪廻を

「忘レモノハ在リマセンカ…？」

彼らを突き動かす法則

大切なモノを守る為

大切なモノを奪い続けるという矛盾

「ねぇ、本当に大切なモノってなに？」

指針となるのは主観と謂う名の怪物(モンスター)

鳴呼...また一輪...

兵隊が花を踏みつけて行く･･･

「忘レモノハ在リマセンカ…？」

狂った自我(エゴ)が視せる幻想(まぼろし)　歪な螺旋を描いて繰り返す

醒めない悪夢に苛まれ続ける『ワタシ』は

柘榴石の雨のような(like the rain of garnet)　鮮血に染まった緋色の花(flower)

「忘レモノハ在リマセンカ…？」

森の彼方から足音響かせ駈けて来る

鳴呼...『私』が『ワタシ』を踏み潰しにやって来る･･･

「ゆるさない... ゆるさない...」

「ゆるさない... ゆるさない...」

「ゆるさない... ゆるさない...」

「ゆるさない... ゆるさない...」

 The Sixth Memory...

Lying deep within a gloomy forest

Unforgivable... Unforgivable...

A captured soldier was wounded

Unforgivable... Unforgivable...

A girl stared into the darkness

Unforgivable... Unforgivable...

And amidst the chaos, a ruby red smile spreads across her face...

Unforgivable... Unforgivable...

I looked up at the crimson sky, clouds shining the color of the sunset ride the wind

I looked up at the never-setting sun and within the forest, hundreds of shadows roam

The flames scorching the battlefield are stained by a lying sunset, they continue to falter and dance

"I" simply fight on for the ones I must protect

However, my body cannot move, since it's chained to the ground…

Perhaps you have forgotten something...?

The Girl's whispers are The Forest's malice

"May despair befall all who dare to taint me,

may they be inflicted with a never-ending cycle of curses"

Perhaps you have forgotten something...?

The undisputed law that drives them to action

The twisted paradox of protecting important things

by depriving others of their important things

Hey… What things should we call important...?

A Monster called subjectivity who serves as the compass

Ah... yet again...

the soldiers come to trample another flower…

Perhaps you have forgotten something...?

Tracing twisted spirals repeatedly, the [Ego] shows maddening illusions

Repeatedly tormented by unceasing nightmares,

"I" am… Like the Rain of Garnet A Bloodstained Crimson Flower

Perhaps you have forgotten something...?

From within the forest, footsteps echo throughout

Ah... Here "I" am to trample upon "Myself"...

Unforgivable... Unforgivable…

Unforgivable... Unforgivable…

Unforgivable... Unforgivable...