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This Day Aria, Kuroshitsuji VersionThis day is going to be perfect;
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The kind of day for which my heart was always yearning.
Every Londoner down there
Was completely unaware
That before days’ end, their city would be burning…
This day was going to be perfect:
Exact revenge, and then it’s homeward bound.
But instead of having tea
With my butler next to me,
I find everything I know is burning down…
I could care less for their distress;
I won't partake in their heartbreak.
Joy? Well, I'd be lying if I say
That their suffering brings me sorrow,
That I wish it to be the morrow.
The truth is, I don't care for them at all!
No, I do not share their pain,
Let the angel’s fire reign!
But I do want their hearts to be mine!
I must escape before it's too late,
Take control, and save my soul…
Hope I'll be lying if I say
I don’t fear I’m slipping away,
In the chaos of my last day,
The person I once was, is he now dead?
No, I must continue on,
Even if all I know&
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And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si