ust by Moonst4r [ Ссылка ]
Instrumental by dARKaZURE [ Ссылка ]
PV by Mario GaGabriel [ Ссылка ]
Translyrics by glitterbees, octosan
Thumbnail art by ichika, edited by glitterbees

Very inspired by DancerXV - [ Ссылка ]
octosan's translyrics - [ Ссылка ] /post/110846503747

I really liked what octosan had for the twins, so I hope it's okay to credit this way.

These translyrics came together over the course of a few months working off and on, and whie there are areas where I think it shows (taking some swings with character interpretation for localization) it'd be a future project to iterate and improve on it so I don't keep spinning my wheels here.

I realized after mixing that Ellie says "seven vessels of sin" and not "vessels of deadly sin" like I had in my notes so if you want to use my lyrics you can take or leave that addendum

The catalyst for covering this song was in fact me imagining a PV cut to a reality TV-style confessional cam as Waiter says "Honestly, I just wanted someone else to do my chores". I still want to make that shitpost. If you beat me to it you can use this cover as audio if you want but you have to show it to me!

"They continue turning, melting together, no end in sight" goes back to line up with my Clockwork Lullaby Key of Word cover, which is neat

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Now, an empty defendant’s seat;
scum of the earth haunts the public gallery.
All rise, come and listen in.
This farcical Court’s now in session!

By decree of the gods we seek seven vessels of sin.
Six of them have been found, leaving one more (to our chagrin.)
Each in turn here will testify, so our efforts may combine;
first to speak, state your case now our first witness: Sorceress of Time

As time passes, it swaps forms and masters, but its core stays the same
Now, it seems its finally appeared upon the stage
All I know is the key could be anywhere within this world,
it may even already be in the grip of that girl

Search for her! Search for her! Hunt for her, to the right,
or maybe left, there's a lotta ways but where to start?
Search for her, seek out the one who holds all the keys,
hunt for the Master of the Hellish Yard!

How much longer will you all insist on keeping up this charade?
Oh, why can’t you see, staying stubborn never pays….

Just for you, oh sad Soul of Adam; you’re stuck in your ways.
Maybe you’ll stay hopeless and helpless forever but: we’re not the same.

Swinging, the scales in precarious scenario,
throw away the script and leave the vessels stained with Sin.
Each of them will play in a confluence; a rhapsody;
embrace the dissonant capriccio within!
Both the demons and the gods lost their grip on the script that remains.
Our story simply has to find an end through the pain.
But, if they could see us now and truly take a look around?
They probably would sigh with this refrain:
Truly, the most terrifying evils you can find?
Stem from desires of humankind.

Let's review the defendants case and establish what we know:
from a demonic bloodline, now he has entered our abode.
Humble man, I grant you the stand, so tell us all you can.
Start with what compelled you to tread upon this precious, haunted land.

My body holds an awful curse I've always had to endure.
Legend says that my ancestor had once possessed its cure.
If I could find the "Venom Sword" my troubles would be past,
so my searching has brought me here to this forest at last.

Kill him and eat him, if not, put him in irons, then!
Insolent fool who will find this forest to be his end.

Wait for his judgement! Give the lowly wretch a shot,
I’ve heard enough. You’ll be sentenced to rot!

After I received that cruel sentence, I was done for no doubt
Suddenly that spoiled girl decided to reach a hand out...
Honestly? I just wanted someone else to do my chores….
Thus I’m only known as “The Cursed Gardener” anymore

Those two, the “Sorceress of Time” and the “Cursed Gardener,” are
Substitutes for vessels that still have to wake.
Each of them is keeping motives, ambitions yet quieter.
Still it isn’t certain what has brought them to invade.

“The Director Doll” and “The Master of the Graveyard”,
“Gear”, “The Waiter”, and "The Master of the Hellish Yard”
Who will remain, laughing at what we’ve become?

Lu li la lu li la lu li lu li la,
So beats the heart of the Irregular.

Friendship-trauma-justice? Smoke and mirrors, an illusion.
Hope, destruction, dreams, greed, love, and death, too, will be gone.
They continue turning, melting together, no end in sight,
ringing with the melody of the Clockwork Lullaby.
Just before his death, a lonely solitary man man would see
Evil’s Theater, a part of his dream incomplete.
Will his wish for a Utopia finally come to pass?
Or will it fall to ruin before the last?

Come, now, see with your own eyes,
this farce that we all here call our lives!

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