[00:00.00] 作词 : Thomas White/Alexander White
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Thomas White/Alexander White
[00:00.00]Chaos
[00:03.03]Music: Takeharu Ishimoto
[00:05.53]Lylics: Alex Foster (YFE)
[00:07.65]Performance: YOUR FAVORITE ENEMIES
[00:10.60]
[00:15.19]The Messenger is standing at gate
[00:21.43]Ready to let go, ready for the crush
[00:30.56]Too late for whispers, too late for the blush
[00:36.56]The past is Mercy when the future's glow
[00:42.37]
[00:45.74]Kneelling journey dressed in a cloak of shadows
[00:52.87]The hunting's grim for the innocent eyes
[01:00.44]Communion's prey is a cup of sorrows
[01:06.02]But faith is colours for the humbling cries
[01:12.94]
[02:28.88]The Pilgrims are gathering and the marching band, the marching band's howling
[02:36.50]Compassion is the flag a righteous man, a righteous man will hold
[02:43.91]The Pilgrims are gathering and the marching band, the marching band's howling
[02:51.16]Compassion is the flag a righteous man, a righteous man will hold
[02:59.97]
[04:56.76]The Spirit is over town, waiting for me to hit the floor
[05:04.20]Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
[05:11.57]Tonight fate is the red crown, the red crown around your door
[05:19.06]Time is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylight
[05:24.08]

作词 : Thomas White/Alexander White
作曲 : Thomas White/Alexander White
Chaos
Music: Takeharu Ishimoto
Lylics: Alex Foster (YFE)
Performance: YOUR FAVORITE ENEMIES
The Messenger is standing at gate
Ready to let go, ready for the crush
Too late for whispers, too late for the blush
The past is Mercy when the future's glow
Kneelling journey dressed in a cloak of shadows
The hunting's grim for the innocent eyes
Communion's prey is a cup of sorrows
But faith is colours for the humbling cries
The Pilgrims are gathering and the marching band, the marching band's howling
Compassion is the flag a righteous man, a righteous man will hold
The Pilgrims are gathering and the marching band, the marching band's howling
Compassion is the flag a righteous man, a righteous man will hold
The Spirit is over town, waiting for me to hit the floor
Blooming white sky for the voice of one calling tonight
Tonight fate is the red crown, the red crown around your door
Time is scattering the seeds of the mourning daylight