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Senbonzakura (English Cover)【Will Stetson】「千本桜」

A song about the old world's pride. Hi! This is Senbonzakura. This is one of the most popular vocaloid songs of all time. 'Nuff said. Business Inquiries: [email protected] Senbonzakura Original: Kurousa-P Acoustic Arrangement: Osamuraisan Vocals & Mixing: Will Stetson Video, Editing, & Lyrics: David Toth (   / breadboxvideo  ) Lyrics: All rise to revolution, harsh cries of retribution Now dies the wars we fought with absolution Ride free and dawn the emblem! Believe in what we tell them True peace protected by the ICBM Take my hand we’ll run down the roads that winds. Always keep on, no man left behind. Boys and girls bear blood of the samurai And the pride of their lives gone by. In the dead of the night, the blossoms fill the sky Though your voice calls and fights, I can’t make out the cries. Watch them bask in the feast, a prison of their greed. Looking down we laugh upon the guillotine And the smothering dark will blot out all the stars Though you scream out your heart, I can’t hear where you are We are hurt but we dream, of skies we’ve never seen So let’s raise our guns and fire ‘till we’re free! Once fighting for our nation, pride dies to sweet temptation All rise to mourn their lies with indignation Come now we’ll wait no longer. Somehow we’ll carry onward Saints bow as we march to 1-2-3-4 Take my hand we’ll run through the torii high Cleanse out the soul and charge through the night. Curtain close on the futures that we sought As we bow through the loud applause In the dead of the night, the blossoms fill the sky Though your voice calls and fights, I can’t make out the cries. Watch them bask in the feast, a prison of their greed. Looking down we laugh upon the guillotine And the smothering dark will blot out all the stars Though you cry out your heart, I can’t hear where you are We are down on our knees, but always will believe. So we’ll rise again and fire ‘till we’re free! Take my hand we’ll run down the roads that wind. Always keep on, no man left behind. Boys and girls bear blood of the samurai And the pride of their lives gone by. In the dead of the night, the blossoms fill the sky Though your voice calls and fights, I can’t make out the cries. Watch them bask in the feast, a prison of their greed. Looking down we’ll break free of this guillotine. In the dead of the night, the blossoms fill the sky If you sing out so bright, I’ll dance with you tonight Yes this feast that we see was made of all our greed So we’ll break it down and fire ‘till we’re free! Follow me on Twitter!   / willstetson78   Support me on Patreon!   / willstetson