あはれ、天のいと口
Early 90s alternative noise rock instrumental —Bright tone, electric guitars in alternate tunings, heavy use of dissonance, feedback, and ringing harmonics, raw yet spacious production, loose but driving drum patterns, gritty bass tone anchoring the chaos, dynamic contrasts between hushed, minimal passages and explosive, feedback-laden walls of sound, overall atmosphere: urban, subversive, and art-punk inspired, metal, progressive
あはれ、天のいと口
Early 90s alternative noise rock instrumental —Bright tone, electric guitars in alternate tunings, heavy use of dissonance, feedback, and ringing harmonics, raw yet spacious production, loose but driving drum patterns, gritty bass tone anchoring the chaos, dynamic contrasts between hushed, minimal passages and explosive, feedback-laden walls of sound, overall atmosphere: urban, subversive, and art-punk inspired, metal, progressive
Lyrics
Verse 1
よこめに地獄のほとりを見やり、
灰風しめりて、舌は沈黙す。
かくて liminal の道うす明るく、
鎖の鈴、遠く sepulchral に鳴るなり。
Chorus
火の海すぎて、影はただ細く、
こころは penumbra、身はうたかた。
呼ぶ声ひそと chiaroscuro の端、
誰そ手招く、あはれ、天のいと口。
Verse 2
餓鬼の笑ひ、かすかに ethereal、
血の灯ゆらぎ、闇はぬめれり。
されど足どり reverie のごとく、
limen を越えんと、息うらがへる。
Chorus
火の海すぎて、影はただ細く、
こころは penumbra、身はうたかた。
呼ぶ声ひそと chiaroscuro の端、
誰そ手招く、あはれ、天のいと口。
Bridge
掌を結び、祈は音もなく、
光は薄紗のごとく diaphanous。
地の catabasis よ、空の anabasis よ、
此処に apotheosis、いのち反転す。
Outro
名を忘れたり、獄も極も。
ただ脈うてり、静かに numinous。
向かふは白し、言葉は要らず、
息ひとつして、たましひ sublimate。
English Translation
Verse 1
With a sidelong glance I mark the brink of hell;
the ashen wind is wet, and the tongue falls mute.
Thus the liminal path grows faintly lit,
and the bells on chains ring afar, sepulchral.
Chorus
Past the sea of fire, the shadow thins to a thread;
the heart is penumbra, the body but foam.
A calling voice, hushed, at chiaroscuro’s verge—
who beckons there, alas, at heaven’s slender gate?
Verse 2
The gaki’s laughter—faintly ethereal;
blood-lamps waver, and the dark is slick.
Yet the footfall moves as in reverie,
the breath turns over to cross the limen.
Chorus
Past the sea of fire, the shadow thins to a thread;
the heart is penumbra, the body but foam.
A calling voice, hushed, at chiaroscuro’s verge—
who beckons there, alas, at heaven’s slender gate?
Bridge
Palms interlaced, the prayer makes no sound;
the light lies diaphanous, like thin gauze.
O earth’s catabasis, O sky’s anabasis—
here, apotheosis: life inverts.
Outro
I have forgotten the names—of hell and of paradise.
Only the pulse remains, quietly numinous.
What lies ahead is white; no words are needed:
with a single breath, the soul does sublimate.