Harsh! Harsh!
Harsh! Harsh!
Harsh! Harsh!

The rhythm of the soldiers is echoing in the scorching heat
Ah, Rushing Wind
Fate’s Princess
I can feel the temperature rising up to you

Harsh! Harsh!
Harsh! Harsh!


The ocean cries to the rhythm of a mysterious forgetfulness
My deep sea
Silence’s Princess
These fingers of mine can feel you

Harsh Harsh Uranus!
Harsh Harsh Neptune!

Harsh!! Saint Cry
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dulect:

wow they really did adapt frozen well