It is becoming bewitched
Bewitched by evil
Like the devil
On top of my red, slippery tongue
It melts into the black
Being absorbed
Receiving a sweet death
The soul is released
The greater will,
Bestows with such a sacred gift
Along with appreciation, blessing, and hatred
Blood spreads across the skies
The little ones on the ground clamor in an uproar
Embracing all forms of sadness and hatred
Those skies are polluted
That is the evil king’s womb
All of the evil possessed finally rips apart and eats up the skies
Probably giving rise to the world being dyed black
Confined within the limits of pure, white paper
Before evil shall violate it
Disorder is a mystery
(more…)
A curse known as the boundary of time
is something coerced to the world
by us
(more…)
I’m RYO, the guy who does composition and guitar at PHANTASM.
Usually our vocalist FES is the one writing here, but I’ll be standing in.
We’d like to thank everyone who came to the exclusive live performance, “The Eighth Black Mass” at GIGANTES in Shibuya.
With everyone understanding of PHANTASM’s world outlook, we were able to put on quite the peformance.
It’s just that a part of the audience was seated nude, and that struck us hard. (FES also said “Disgusting”, too)
From now on we’d like to ask that this sort of thing not be done again.
The latest news on the next live performance will be available on the PHANTASM homepage, so be sure to check it out.