Onigashima (British Edition)

Beyond the heavy fog, there stood a green mansion on the shore Where beautiful demons danced with youth, fragile smiles they wore With advanced technology in hand, immortality stayed out of grasp They hummed a drifting whisper, fading soft with every gasp Their gentle horns kept trembling, catching songs of their lost tribe once more The tyrant ruler gained all wealth, yet hungered for the final breath A twisted creed that “eating their flesh” could grant a triumph over death The sacred pact was shattered, greedy hunters stormed the ground The demons fought with light alone, no blood upon their hands was found But cowards spread their lies again, tales of monsters raging all around Is elimination your justice? Is pillaging what you call love? We danced to a twisted code, hunting angels from above The tears of the banished demons sank into the ocean’s bed Their final humming from the horns still echoes in the young boy’s head “We were right here,” they whispered—soft as a mourning dove To save his aging parents from poverty, a boy rose for the gold Commanding three rusted drones from the stories told Cutting through the fog, he reached the shore and froze in fear No beasts of wrath awaited him—only fragile women shedding tears And from the cold, a demon stepped, her beauty drawing the boy near “We are the final relics of a continent drowned beneath the sea A quantum fault destroyed our land, forcing our ancestors to flee The blast’s strange radiation cursed us—no child will ever be born Our endless youth became a chain, the root of all your nation’s scorn We hold no future, no desire—leave us here to fade and be.” Learning the bitter truth, the boy drove his blade into the dirt “I wasn’t born to serve your crown, nor be bound by a system built to hurt.” He cracked the drones’ old data, letting the demons flee the main And handed the ruler a broken horn—a hollow prize to mask the pain The tyrant grinned at the dead silver shell, as the boy walked off in the rain Is elimination your justice? Is pillaging what you call love? We danced to a twisted code, hunting angels from above The tears of the banished demons sank into the ocean’s bed Their final humming from the horns still echoes in the young boy’s head “We were right here,” they whispered—soft as a mourning dove The fairy tale was rewritten, and the boy became a legend in the town But the true treasure sleeps in green ruins, far from the reach of the crown Why couldn’t we share the same sun with those who bore the silver horn? The broken antenna fades to static, leaving the whole land torn Goodbye, goodbye, to my gentle monsters under shadows worn