| Song | The Black Circus |
| Artist | Manticora |
| Album | The Black Circus, Pt. 1: Letters |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Manticora | |
| I saw the fluttering worn-out flags in the wind, torn by weather and time, belonging to the travelling circus situated on a hill in the countryside. | |
| It is calling to me with a silent chime. | |
| The circus is simple in its construction, without a trace of silver and gold. | |
| It is covered in dark silk and ivory, but it's awful, yet awesome to behold. | |
| I was bewitched by its magic as are the crowds that attend... | |
| It is a beautiful sight... | |
| Something urged me forward through the gates... | |
| Those gates that seemed to swallow me... | |
| A promise of horror through a ride so wild. | |
| The black circus made my sanity flow like a poisonous river, leaving a trail of despair, but it also seems to drag the weakest of souls into its treacherous lair. | |
| Everything I saw and everything I heard I cannot remember, but I shall always fear. | |
| I sense a kind of underlying madness in the thrill of the fair. | |
| In all its majesty, it stands so perfectly. | |
| Reaching from the ground to the sky, from the worm to the crow flying high. | |
| It is the perfect illusion and the ultimate intrusion. | |
| I almost feel like I'm caught in a web like a fly, I feel so happy that I could die and not give a thought about it... |
| zuo qu : Manticora | |
| I saw the fluttering wornout flags in the wind, torn by weather and time, belonging to the travelling circus situated on a hill in the countryside. | |
| It is calling to me with a silent chime. | |
| The circus is simple in its construction, without a trace of silver and gold. | |
| It is covered in dark silk and ivory, but it' s awful, yet awesome to behold. | |
| I was bewitched by its magic as are the crowds that attend... | |
| It is a beautiful sight... | |
| Something urged me forward through the gates... | |
| Those gates that seemed to swallow me... | |
| A promise of horror through a ride so wild. | |
| The black circus made my sanity flow like a poisonous river, leaving a trail of despair, but it also seems to drag the weakest of souls into its treacherous lair. | |
| Everything I saw and everything I heard I cannot remember, but I shall always fear. | |
| I sense a kind of underlying madness in the thrill of the fair. | |
| In all its majesty, it stands so perfectly. | |
| Reaching from the ground to the sky, from the worm to the crow flying high. | |
| It is the perfect illusion and the ultimate intrusion. | |
| I almost feel like I' m caught in a web like a fly, I feel so happy that I could die and not give a thought about it... |
| zuò qǔ : Manticora | |
| I saw the fluttering wornout flags in the wind, torn by weather and time, belonging to the travelling circus situated on a hill in the countryside. | |
| It is calling to me with a silent chime. | |
| The circus is simple in its construction, without a trace of silver and gold. | |
| It is covered in dark silk and ivory, but it' s awful, yet awesome to behold. | |
| I was bewitched by its magic as are the crowds that attend... | |
| It is a beautiful sight... | |
| Something urged me forward through the gates... | |
| Those gates that seemed to swallow me... | |
| A promise of horror through a ride so wild. | |
| The black circus made my sanity flow like a poisonous river, leaving a trail of despair, but it also seems to drag the weakest of souls into its treacherous lair. | |
| Everything I saw and everything I heard I cannot remember, but I shall always fear. | |
| I sense a kind of underlying madness in the thrill of the fair. | |
| In all its majesty, it stands so perfectly. | |
| Reaching from the ground to the sky, from the worm to the crow flying high. | |
| It is the perfect illusion and the ultimate intrusion. | |
| I almost feel like I' m caught in a web like a fly, I feel so happy that I could die and not give a thought about it... |