Chonny Jash | HEAL (Demo) | Majora's Mask Original Song @ChonnyJash | Uploaded 3 years ago | Updated 6 hours ago
not very subtle with the extra motifs and references on this one
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LYRICS:
An evil power draws near. An omen of pain, strife and fear.
Reawakened, caked in death. By a child, with no one left.
An ancient tribe, once put it down. They feared its power, they feared its sound.
But now its slumber, has been cut short. Its sleep has been disturbed once more.
I wish I had some better news. I wish I'd never fallen for his ruse.
But I've no power to rewind time. So this is how we'll die.
Now that Majora's come out to play. He's found his puppet, he's found his prey.
He's lit the fuse, just three more days, until your final melody will play.
He'll leave this world, a hollow shell. He'll blur the line between life and hell.
He'll leave you empty as he himself. He'll ruin everything you've dearly held.
He'll bring down hellfire, he'll bring the storm. He's the calamity, he's the swarm.
A cataclysm, is soon to fall. The Gods of ancient times won't hear our call.
So
The seeds are sown, heal your soul, it's time to atone.
It's the end, death descends, we can't start again.
It's too late, count the days, three more 'til the blaze.
All that's left: time, regrets. We've all transgressed.
Endless, the agony soon to befall us.
Hopeless, this apathy covered in dust.
Ceaseless, the tragedy fueled by his bloodlust.
Pain is the only thing we still can trust.
not very subtle with the extra motifs and references on this one
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
LYRICS:
An evil power draws near. An omen of pain, strife and fear.
Reawakened, caked in death. By a child, with no one left.
An ancient tribe, once put it down. They feared its power, they feared its sound.
But now its slumber, has been cut short. Its sleep has been disturbed once more.
I wish I had some better news. I wish I'd never fallen for his ruse.
But I've no power to rewind time. So this is how we'll die.
Now that Majora's come out to play. He's found his puppet, he's found his prey.
He's lit the fuse, just three more days, until your final melody will play.
He'll leave this world, a hollow shell. He'll blur the line between life and hell.
He'll leave you empty as he himself. He'll ruin everything you've dearly held.
He'll bring down hellfire, he'll bring the storm. He's the calamity, he's the swarm.
A cataclysm, is soon to fall. The Gods of ancient times won't hear our call.
So
The seeds are sown, heal your soul, it's time to atone.
It's the end, death descends, we can't start again.
It's too late, count the days, three more 'til the blaze.
All that's left: time, regrets. We've all transgressed.
Endless, the agony soon to befall us.
Hopeless, this apathy covered in dust.
Ceaseless, the tragedy fueled by his bloodlust.
Pain is the only thing we still can trust.
