Текст песни Aristocrat's Symphony

Ah ... The sweet voice of a heart That wishes for instincts Starved I hide my fangs and smile at these spoils Well, I will colour it in pretty blood for you To make this world move on to reasonable senses Open the white doors Ah ... I wish for the rose That streams within the white walls To the foolish ones that still hesitate at my contract Well, I will dye it in a pretty colour for you To make this world move on to reasonable senses Tear the white skin into pieces It is a sublime rose-coloured symphony With the tact of grief that dances at the elegance Fate is a rhapsody of the darkness I turn my arm at my back Ah ... Inside of my small memory They play an instrument Ah ... A ball where pretty dresses are worn The Aristocrats sing and dance Without knowing the meaning of that blood It is a sublime rose-coloured symphony With the tact of grief that dances at the elegance Fate is a rhapsody of the darkness I turn my arm at my back Ah ... Inside of my small memory the rhapsody goes on Well, I will colour everything in pretty blood for you now I will colour it up for you, to the world of the rose