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[Enn] The Witch at the Stake English Version [Sound Horizon] || Sound Horizon の『火刑の魔女』を英語で歌ってみた。🪓🔥

Vtuber livestream (mainly in Cantonese - English comments welcomed!): https://www.youtube.com/live/P8Ip6J3z... \Please support me on Patreon!/   / ennsings   Originally by: Sound Horizon Original icon illustrations by: Sound Horizon Cover, English lyrics, Video: Enn   / ennsings   Mixing by: CHZTA    / @chztastudio   Special thanks to: YUKA    / @yuka4134   Instrumental: Shur    • 【メルカラ企画⑤】火刑の魔女【手描きイラスト＆耳コピカラオケ】   Grasping at the strings of my mind A dwindling memory I tried to find I stepped into the dusky woods For a ghost that I had left behind Trudging through the thick, murky trees For a faint memory from when I was three Deep and deeper I ventured in Consumed by a virescent sea All the way across the stream To the left of the ghastly black fir, just like in my dreams And there it was, standing still, my childhood home on the hill Ever since I could remember, my father had never been there, And thus it was me and my mother, living a pauper's life. We were tormented by allegations and lies, accused of poisoning the water, taking lives, And the animals of the forest... well... they were my only friends... Ah but even so, my dear Mother Those squalid days I hold like treasure to me Did it cross your mind, ah, the reason why? I was glad to just have you by my side So why did you desert me, Mother? Every night it haunts me in my sleep Answer me, it's all I need, just a little peace... I was taken in by a church Looking upon a big city, it perched Gave me food and a warm place to stay It was there that I spent my days But O, relentless were the winds of change The storm they called a Reformation Brick by brick they tore my only home apart Ah... Under the name of a new religion... O how fickle life can be...! So unpredictable is destiny... But despite the odds I still believed One chapter’s end was just the start of a brand new journey With renewed determination, I traversed the forest of my past In hopes of finding the answer to a question I was once too scared to ask All the way across the stream To the left of the ghastly black fir, just like in my dreams And there it was, standing still, my childhood home on the hill There, awaiting my arrival, I saw an old hag, gaunt and parched like paper, A stranger to mine eyes; I could hardly believe she was the woman who had birthed me. Not knowing I was her daughter, she clawed at me, eyes crazed with hunger, The last of her sanity extinguished from her mind… And then... Faith was put where faith was due Changing faiths to appease changing truths But cold as stone was society No food, no mercy left for me A cross inverted, mocking my repentance. Unanswered prayers were my sentence. Condemned, never to be forgiven, A palimpsest of my deadly sins… Wandering abandoned in the forest deep A brother and his sister make their way through leaves So helpless and alone With no place to call their own A feeling I have always known With the forest birds all at my call I beckon them to eat the breadcrumbs as they fall Save for one to say hello, with feathers white as snow, leading the siblings into the undergrowth Brother [Hänsel], look what I found A tiny hut over there, made of gingerbread! Careful, [Gretel], don’t make a sound I’ve heard tales of witches and their horrible acts of dread... still… Still? It’s better than both of us starving to death! Both of us starving to death! The roof a sweet, baked gingerbread Windows caked with sugared lemon A candied house, so delicious Made just for you, come taste it you must! Ah, don’t be shy, have your fill my dears For children to never have to face the fear of famishing times To revivify, is but a tiny, tiny dream of mine Ah, he was a broker, but he didn’t survive Leaving me widowed, now in these woods I thrive And with his gift to me, his legacy, I pledge myself to helping those in need Spoiled by an act of kindness Circumstances most propitious On and on the siblings gourmandized One day, she realized Lumbering in the seat next to her No longer recognizable to her Looking at her brother dearest Fear inside her twisted… “Uh-oh! The old lady’s a witch, planning to eat us both when we make a tasty dish!” So it’s kill or be killed Strike now or end up on the grill! Send her flying with a kick in the back! #ennsings #soundhorizon #歌ってみた #火刑の魔女