[SynthV English Cover] The Princess of Lucifer / 悪ノ娘 (Aku no Musume) feat. SOLARIA Lite

The Princess of Lucifer / 悪ノ娘 (Aku no Musume) original music and lyrics by mothy / 悪ノP jazzwaltz version by 情熱Ｐ / てとてと arrangement by Desconico vocals by SOLARIA (Lite) on Synthesizer V Studio Basic from a UST by Masao-san tuning, mixing, video, illustration, additional vocals, and translation by Henrie Diosa His Significance of Existence: Fallen Angel: SVP and off vocal: Image Credits: The Metropolitan Museum of Art Open Access Abstract Ink Drops and Spread on Wet Paper Free Video from Vecteezy Rose Flower Seamless Pattern from @Helenlane I’m not kidding when I say this project is at least ten years in the making. I fell in love with the Evillious Chronicles as a little nerd in high school, and I was already working on translated English lyrics. Vocal synths as a technology have come so far since then, and so have I as an artist, so I’m really happy that now I can make the videos I’ve always dreamed of making. The folks on Ko-fi saw it first! I have a membership tier on Ko-fi that helps me afford meds and have the space to make art. I was also posting demos of the music and sketches of the art while I was making them. You can join the minamahal at Lyrics: [So! On your knees.] Once upon a time in a land far away, Was a kingdom of every evil in the world. Sitting at the top, she who always had her way, Was a queen in yellow, a fourteen year old girl. A palace well furnished, a show of her means A servant her mirror, and loyal to the throne A thoroughbred named Josephine Everything, yes, everything, she claimed as her own When there’s no money left for what she wants “The people have no bread? Let them eat cake!” she’d sneer Anyone who dared oppose would meet her commandants She makes her dissenters disappear! [So! On your knees.] Aku no hana, an evil flower blooms Brilliant, iridescent, dignified Over the pitiful weeds she looms Let them rot, let them die, let them nourish her pride Our little tyrant had her heart set on a prince From the blue land of Marlon, across another port But his heart had been promised long since To a girl from the green Kingdom of Elphegort Emerald went Her Majesty in envy, and she called For an audience with the Minister of War Said in a soft voice that left him appalled “I want to see the green kingdom burn.“ Thousands of homes turned to ash in the Hunt Thousands left mourning for millions of lives Uncountable suffering out on the front But the queen never heard their cries [Oh, is it teatime already?] Aku no hana, an evil flower blooms Furor, fire, and genocide Around the lesser flowers’ tombs She’s untouched, all her thorns protect her with pride [We live in a world where some are born to rule, and some are born to be ruled. If everyone were equal, society would collapse. Somebody has to keep those filthy peasants in their places. ] Finally the years of suffering quietly end Finally the people’s hatred stirred up too much to ignore On they rose, led by a rose-red woman and her friends On the people marched, into the palace and the court Low Lucifenians on fire with rage Against royal soldiers exhausted from the war Screaming for justice and hungry for change, Armour and swords posed no threat anymore Into the palace, all doorways flung wide All her rats ran away, none remain “Take the queen!“ the rebels cried And at last they had her in chains! [What do you think you’re doing? Unhand me, you ruffians! Let go!] Aku no hana, an evil flower blooms Pensive and quiet, cast aside Watching her paradise meets its doom And fall with the weight of her sins and her pride Once upon a time in a land far away, Was a kingdom of every evil in the world. Sitting at the top, she who always had her way, Was a girl in yellow, a fourteen year old girl. They set her death to three hours after noon When the bells rang “Rerum, Deus tenax vigor“ Did that girl, alone in her room Think of all of the sins she must answer for? Full of hope and fear, now the church bells strike three Now the girl walks out, head held high to the world And the crowd jeered and jabbered, but she made no last plea She smiled with her last words: [Oh, is it teatime already?] Aku no hana, an evil flower died Brilliant, iridescent, dignified La fille du mal, so they call her, but I’d Not insult the ghost of the princess of pride