War Correspondent（戰地記者）

​《戰地記者》，是一場透過「緋紅」與「灰燼」構築而成的靈魂紀錄。

它並不側寫鏡頭後的技術，
而是直接挖掘觀察者感官瓦解後的廢墟。
​核心意象緋紅貫穿全篇，
那是不安且暴力的火光，
將天空與荒涼之地強行縫合。
歌詞透過「斷翅鴿子」與「染血玫瑰」等意象，
宣告了美學與和平在戰火下的徹底失能，
它們不再象徵希望，
而是在灰燼中渴求「最終的解脫」。

Crimson is the flame that burns the soul alive,
The sky... plunged into the fields of desolation
A bloodstained rose still waits inside the ash for its end
A broken-winged dove in eternal darkness, seeking a final relief
The church bells toll across a wasteland where none survive
The names upon the gravestones erased in midnight fear
The weathered wooden doors can’t hold back the blood and tears of war
Night falls so deep, the world is lost inside a blur
The hourglass of time keeps pouring out its silent repentance
Shattered vows drift by like broken birds upon the breeze
The blood upon these hands is a sin too deep to be forgiven
A lonely stranger, walking on old, forgotten streets
Crimson is the flame that burns the soul alive,
The sky... plunged into the fields of desolation
A bloodstained rose still waits inside the ash for its end
A broken-winged dove in eternal darkness...
Upon the raging battlefield, who will be the last to weep?
In the dying moment, like a falling leaf on frozen knees
How long will it take for the fractures of the soul to heal?
A weary traveler, searching for a place to finally sleep
Crimson is the flame that burns the soul alive,
The sky... plunged into the fields of desolation
A bloodstained rose still waits inside the ash for its end
A broken-winged dove in eternal darkness...
In the night, a rusted thunder roars into the hollow dark
I hear the shattered vows go mad, caught in the barbed wire’s grasp
A blood-red moonlight cuts the sleeping ancient walls apart like blades
The whispers of the dead are weights no soul was meant to bear
I do not want to hear them, yet inside this blackened corridor
I face Him... I face Him... I face Him!
Crimson is the flame that burns the soul alive,
The sky... plunged into the fields of desolation
A bloodstained rose still waits inside the ash for its end
A broken-winged dove in eternal darkness...
Crimson is the flame that burns the soul alive,
The sky... plunged into the fields of desolation
A bloodstained rose still waits inside the ash for its end
A broken-winged dove in eternal darkness...
A trembling heartbeat sounds like this war’s final declaration
There are no winners, only endless chants of pain
The nightmare of memory still returns in every sleepless midnight
A haunting nightmare, a recurring event