The Devil's Contract Composer: horan chan Lyrics: Lan Yuxin Singing: Zilu (My Girls) My Girls-The Devil's Contract You gave me warm happiness when I was helpless and had no way to go. I found my way in my dream. I can't believe you disappeared into the distance to experience your thoughtfulness. This is not the comfort I want. Tears can't call back.
The three most forbidden songs in the world-Death Magic Music Bar are Black Sunday, Confession and Thirteenth Eye.
Black Sunday
Gloomy Sunday (also known as Confessions of the Soul), which caused more than 100 people to commit suicide, was called "the invitation of the devil" at that time, and at least 100 people committed suicide because of listening to it, so it was banned for 13 years. Even psychoanalysts and psychologists can't give a satisfactory explanation about the composer's own motivation to create music.
The author of this "Black Sunday" is Lu Lan Charles. When he created it, it caused a sensation all over the world. Mainly, most people who have heard this music have committed suicide!
Melancholy spread to America around Sunday 1936. Its first English version was recorded by jazz artist Paul Robeson in 1940. On August 7th, 194 1, the black female singer Billie Holiday reinterpreted this song in her own unique and exquisite way, making it a household name in the United States.
repent
Confess Me is composed by an American. It is said that it was the anniversary of his death when he wrote it. A seemingly ordinary religious atonement song led to thousands of suicides. Therefore, it was named "Song of the Devil". Suicide is nothing more than the most devout believers. While confessing their crimes to God, they became more and more unbearable to their retribution and punishment in painful real life, so they chose to end their miserable lives. Christians believe in the existence of heaven and are more willing to accept God's recall. In the song Confessions, death is no longer terrible. The sooner you come, the sooner it means liberation. Christians can't wait to leave the hell on earth and ascend to the ideal heaven ... Nowadays, people can't understand the feelings of countless people who have lost their souls behind the "confession". We can't end our lives one by one, not because we are open-minded. In this tearful world, sin still fills every corner around us, but. Because this song caused too many deaths, it has been banned now.
13 pairs of eyes
According to legend, the thirteenth eye originated from primitive tribes in Africa, and it is a mysterious music, and the composer's creative intention cannot be verified. It is said that in the mid-20th century, a tribe in Cameroon committed suicide in unison after listening to this music. Therefore, the thirteenth pair of eyes was forbidden to sing, and the authorities jointly destroyed all the collected handwritten music scores, but a small piece of music survived. Later, about 19 1, a famous musician secretly bought it and collected it. He didn't believe the previous legend, so he went home to play and sing by himself. When he listened to the unique song repeatedly, he burned the song in his hand and jumped out of the window. Since then, all the news related to Thirteen Eyes has completely disappeared with the death of music.
Thirteen eyes is nothing more than a vicious name in the west. 13' is an unknown number. In the west, especially in places influenced by religion, no one likes this number, because Judas, the thirteenth disciple of Jesus, who he symbolizes, betrayed Jesus mercilessly and crucified Jesus painfully. So "13" symbolizes misfortune and suffering.
The thirteenth pair of eyes is a pair of bitter eyes. Everyone who comes into contact with it seems to be stared at by death until the listeners fall into the arms of death one by one. No one knows how many people's lives have been destroyed by these eyes, and we can only infer from their names. Unlike the confession called by God, the 13 pair of eyes is an evil curse.
There is a sound of death in the thirteenth pair of eyes. Together with Black Sunday and Confession, it is called the three magic songs in the world. However, there are many so-called "residual songs" on the Internet, in which a large number of prolonged grinding sounds are used, and the melody is strange and makes people feel uncomfortable. Of course, it is also important to listen to psycholinguistic cues before listening. Many of these stories may be attached later.
Attached here are the lyrics of the trilogy:
Black Sunday
Sunday is gloomy,
Desperate Sunday,
My time is sleepless,
My time is sleeping,
Dearest, there are countless shadows in my life,
Dear, I live in countless shadows.
Little white flowers will never wake you up,
White flowers will no longer wake you up.
Not where the black sad carriage takes you.
Black sad car (hearse! ) Behind your back.
Angels never want to give it back to you.
Angels don't look back at you.
Will they be angry if I want to join you?
Are they angry because I want to join you?
A gloomy Sunday
Desperate Sunday
Sunday is gloomy.
Sunday is very desperate.
I killed everything with shadows.
With the shadow, I will end it.
My heart and I have decided to end this.
My heart and I believe this is the end of it.
Soon there will be sad flowers and prayers,
Soon the flowers and prayers here will become sad,
I know, tell them not to cry,
I know, tell them not to cry,
Let them know that I'm happy to go.
Let them know that I'm glad to leave.
Death is not a dream,
Death is not a dream.
Because in death I caressed you.
Because I caressed you in death.
With the last breath of my soul, I will bless you.
I bless you with the last breath of my soul.
A gloomy Sunday
Desperate Sunday
Dream period
be intoxicated
I was just dreaming.
I'm not dreaming.
I woke up to find you.
I woke up looking for you.
Sleep deep in ...
My heart fell into a deep sleep.
my heart
Honey, honey.
Dear, I hope my dream won't bother you.
Sweetheart, I hope my dream won't make you sad.
My heart tells you how much I want you.
My heart tells you how much I miss you.
A gloomy Sunday
Desperate Sunday
repent
Smelling blood, I found the rest house.
In ruins, ghosts are singing loudly.
Black rosemary blooms and vines are winding.
The soul looked around and believed in the bloody moonlight.
Smelling blood, I found the rest house.
The long-haired vampire queen pushed open the dusty window.
The shadow of dead branches shone on her face as pure as a girl.
Her sad voice sang with the dead.
Honey, do you remember me?
Are you always sad the night I was buried?
Smelling blood, I found the rest house.
The broken arm of the statue in the distance is hidden aside.
That's the fantasy of the goddess. Use the middle finger to indicate the direction.
Little red flowers bloom around her, which is heaven.
Ahead is an abyss and a river.
Blood-like rivers irrigate bloodthirsty desires.
That's the queen's soup plate, which contains spoiled thick soup.
She would break the flower's neck and ask if it was sad.
Love from afar, do you still remember me?
Are you always sad when I bleed?
Smelling blood, I found the rest house.
The sun and the moon rise and set brightly, but I can only see the moon.
She has an addictive taste, rich blood red and silvery white fragrance.
The queen whispered that a flower with a broken neck was lying at her feet.
They like to hide in cold places near dead trees in the abyss.
Listen to the secret voice of underground blood every dead night.
They like strange songs, just like the songs of the dead.
Is it extravagant revenge or sparse despair?
Distant lover, do you still remember my appearance?
Why didn't I meet your eyes when I looked down at my funeral?
Smelling blood, I found the rest house.
The flowers there are growing quietly.
If there is no quiet moonlight, how can it be so cool?
The dilapidated grassland smells of decay.
The beautiful spirit wandered in the palace in secret.
They are also wondering who is sad with memories.
Fujiman's lush entanglement hides his desire for revenge.
Wait for this day to come and taste the soup that tastes like blood.
Dear, are you like me?
Waiting for love to come, we will be buried together.
Smelling blood, I found the rest house.
Life grows wantonly, watching endless sadness.
Flowers bow their heads and sing immortal thoughts.
The memory of the place with Mansa Zhu Hua must be in full bloom.
The back of a distant teenager is embedded in a tearful eye socket.
Love without blessing will not die.
Some people choose cowardice, while others decide to be strong.
Can the blue and melancholy river wash away the past?
Can anyone stick to the old agreement?
Weak excuses and casual perfunctory stifled a beautiful flower.
That kind of beauty withered in waiting, turned into harm, turned into hatred, turned into bloody desire.
I want to find him, whether he has changed or not.
I will remember that his eyes used to be so clear.
I will remember that his oath was so loud.
I will remember that his betrayal made me leave in such a hurry.
He's gone, with my tender, cold palm.
He will be very happy, because without my stop.
I'm back where I belong
Because of love, I gave up myself and wandered alone in the dark again.
The poor queen is like her flower.
Finally, I chose a person to eat the soup of blood sample.
Honey, wherever you go.
Please inadvertently think of your once beautiful bride.
When love turns to the grave, it already means death. All lamentations are the self-sentimentality of the living.
13 pairs of eyes
The night came too late, too late, and I missed the flight I missed.
The night is long and thin, undulating in my brow.
I've waited too long, and the birds that shuttle through the dawn go against the wind.
My thoughts are her wings against the wind.
Ah, those thirteenth pairs of eyes are used for sadness and loss.
I think your window is covered with petals at night.
But I don't know, I opened my thirteenth pair of eyes in your dream.
Your dream is silent. I planted lotus seeds in your dream.
I know, you sang that bird's song in your dream.
I also know that you were in tears when you left.
But the thirteenth pair of eyes rose in the wheat field, illuminating disappointment.
A wound that cuts through the night sky
I just want to listen to your song until dawn.
Birds know the season when flowers bloom. I told you in my dream.
Please forgive my Shanshan, because the night will go out.
I want you to know that my red lotus blooms in your dream.
I want you to know that I am the guardian of your dreams.
I want you to know that I am the king of the night.