Lyrics - X Japan - Rose of Pain

Performed by: X Japan
Lyrics and Music by: Yoshiki

Translated by: Perry, Pariah, and Yumemisama


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Romaji English

Why are you scared?

What have you seen?

In the castle with the silent roses

I ask again and again

Why are you scared?

What have you seen?

In the castle with the silent roses

I ask again and again

Why are you sad?

What pain are you feeling?

Oh, I ask of the rose with its petals of blood

But the rose of blood can't answer me till the end

Why are you sad?

What pain are you feeling?

Oh, I ask of the rose with its petals of blood

But the rose of blood can't answer me till the end

Scream without raising your voice

Iki o koroshite mitsumeru

Scream without raising your voice

Kill the spirit with a gaze

Kurobi hitomi no oku shinbi ni michita hohoemi o ukaberu

Himei to tomo ni nagareru kurushimi o mitsumete

Black eyes of the beautiful depths bloomed, setting a smile afloat

Scream and accompany the flow of pain, gazing at beauty

Shiroi suhada ni shikyuu no kubikazari o yosooi

Kyouki no chi to tawamure, odori hajimeru

White bare skin in the womb of a necklace of expectancy

Blood of games and insanity, begin the dance

Ai o nakushita kokoro satsuriku no yorokobi ni moeru

She will kill to make herself more beautiful

Gisei o houseki ni kaete mo

Lost love, the heart burns in a bloodbath of happiness

She will kill to make herself more beautiful

The sacrifice will return in a precious jewel again

Higeki no subete o

Iki o koroshite mitsumeru

A tragedy of everything

Killing the spirit with a gaze

Slice them! Slice them till they're running in blood

Nige mawaru onna o

Tear up! Tear up till their blood runs dry

Hadaka no karada o tsurushi agete

Slice them! Slice them till they're running in blood

A spinning woman

Tear up! Tear up till they're blood runs dry

The nakedness of the upraised body

Nikushimi ni koroshi au toki no nagare no naka de

Chi de arau karada no kagayaki motomete

Yokubou ni dakarete kokoro ikiba o mi ushinai

Ai no subete o hikisaku namida sae misezu ni

In hatred a fitting time of death flows together

The body washes in blood of the splendorous request

In desire the living heart loses the body

The love of everything is torn off, seen even in tears

Rose of pain, subete o

Mitsume obieru

Rose of pain

Rose of pain, of everything

A frightening gaze

Rose of pain

The castle became a violent sea of blood

The blood covers the flower, dying it deep red

The castle became a violent sea of blood

The blood covers the flower, dying it deep red

Stop! Stop dying me red

I can't take anymore

You are too cruel!

Stop! Please stop!

Stop! Stop dying me red

I can't take anymore

You are too cruel!

Stop! Please stop!

Slice them! Slice them till they're running in blood

Nige mawaru onna o

Close up! Close up their mouth using thread and needle

Hadaka no karada o tsurushi agete

Slice them! Slice them till they're running in blood

A spinning woman

Close up! Close up their mouth using thread and needle

The nakedness of an upraised body

Motome ai kizutsuku ai o azakeri warai

Soita karada no uruoi motomete

Kill them all chimamire no kokoro subete o mi ushinai

Ikiru zangyaku no naka de namida sae misezu ni

Love request, painful love is mocked by laughter

Followed body of profiting request

Kill them all, covered in blood of the heart everything loses the body

Living cruelly seen even inside of tears

Rose of pain, subete o

Mitsume obieru

Rose of pain, of everything

A frightening gaze

Rose of pain, I don't want to see

Rose of pain, kurushii

Rose of pain

Rose of pain, I don't want to see

Rose of pain, painful

Rose of pain

In eternal madness we live

Even if it was just a dream

Now pain, nothing but pain!

In eternal madness we live

Even if it was just a dream

Now pain, nothing but pain!

Rose of pain

Rose of pain

 


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