Akira Yamaoka | Mayoi Uta Silent Hill f Theme
To be brought to this world, born in shackles she must be The commandments of the olden days are harder than stone Seized by the hands at youth, firmly clasped the girl's hands are Shrouded by the caliginous night, what path is for her to take? Although the scent lingers on, the flower shall fall Spring has yet to embrace me; wherever could it be found? Promises of he and I, the vows of days past All will disappear, lost forever to the void, the pitch-black darkness Witnessed my eyes hath, the ties of man and woman, as but frivolous; Yet here I now agonize, as such hath befallen me When you reached out to me, that beautiful hand of yours How it tampered with my heart, affections held long and dear What maketh one a woman; to be tainted, or of sin? From the womb the red does seep; for whom such a color flows? My goodness, how tragic but, alas, guilty, yet satisfied
