lego yoda's video: Grell Sutcliff - Shinkou

•DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me. This is fanmade and is for promotional purpose only. •Artist: Grell Sutcliff (Jun Fukuyama) •Title: Shinkou - Crimson Red •Album: Kuroshitsuji II ❤Enjoy! ＾∀＾ •Romaji Lyrics: tsukiyo ni ukabu zanzou karisome no kuroi kioku kutsujokuteki na yugamu asa fujun na koukai e mukuwarenai koi naraba semete ano yo de musubaretai nante negai o ikusen mo sono chi ni ueta kemono no you ni kore de mo shitsuji DEATH waizatsu na soushi souai daichi o akaku someru kaaten-kooru ke chirashite shinematikku rekoodo tamashii to kioku no firumu chimidoro no mousou kakinarashite tada motomeru koyoi no yume hakanaku shinigamitachi no suikyou choushou suru yaiba de egaku tsukiakari no naka de mukashibanashi to akai wain kuchiutsushi de sasagesasete to negai o chi ni somete mekurumeku wana shibireru you ni sore de mo Lady DEATH yosooi no hyakka-ryouran yozora ni tsume o tateru akai namida ni utarete anarogu na shinematikku midara na noizu to kagerou koukotsu no hyouryuu kizutsukeatte tada oboreru kore de mo shitsuji DEATH kyouran no isseki-nichou kokuu ni akai toiki maku o yurashi fukinukete shinematikku rekoodo tsukisasu ai no rouraku isshun no eien shinku no yume ni tada kogareru •English Lyrics: The afterimage floating in the moonlit night is my transient black memory. In a distorting morning of disgrace, I sail a voyage of corruption. If it's an unrequited love, then at least let us bond in the other world... I've been making that wish countless times, like a beast hungry for your blood! I am after all Butler Death, always ready to kill you or our love. The curtain that's dyeing the earth red, I'll kick it into pieces. The cinematic records and the films of souls and memories are what I earnestly seek, as I strum my blood-stained delusions. Tonight I've just had a very faint dream, where I delineate, with my sneering blade, the eccentricity of the death gods, in the moonlight. The old folklore and also some red whine, please allow me to feed them to you mouth-to-mouth... As I dye that wish red with blood, my trap starts to dazzle, as if to numb you. And still I am Lady Death, always dressed extravagantly. Being rained down by bloody tears, I dig my nails into the night sky. In the analog cinematic records, we make lewd noises, heat hazes, shrouded in drifting ecstasy, inflict woulds to each other, and then start drowning away. I am after all Butler Death, a brightly crimson butterfly. As I send a red sigh into the empty air, it blows through and shakes the curtain. The enticement of love stabs through the cinematic records, while I simply yearn for a deep crimson dream in the eternity of a brief instant.