Chansons anglophones (partie II)
Alors voila la suite de la série.
(écrit en 2003)
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Solitude is coming home
C#1
Here we are, come back to hell
I'm dreaming in my cell
They shut me up between four walls
Where are bouncing the desperate calls
C#2
I'm speaking to the only to bless
Here, she's the only source of kindness
Solitude is my home, my only world
Silence is my expression, my only words
C#3
The black clouds floating on my existence
And the dark rose, born of innocence
Are dancing with the falling rain
Those emotions you cant' explain
Ref.
I'm in my friend's sanctuary
Crying all the tears of my misery
Solitude is coming home…
I'm the victim of the eternal slavery
Condemned to loneliness for eternity
Solitude is coming home…
C#4
Those long hours of loneliness
When time is my only witness
The vision of death makes me sad
Telling me I begin to be mad
C#5
When I see my only way to future
I see things that prove me I wasn't pure
So again, under the pain of sadness, I relent
Hearing voices 'cause the dead are not silent
C#6
I finally understand that death doesn't want me
Forever condemned to live in my agony
So here we are, come back to hell
I'm suffering, alone in my cell
C#7
At the end, I will be forever in loneliness
'cause I'm still condemned and pathless
this eternal nightmare don't give me an end
I will forever live with solitude, my only friend
C#8
Here we are again, come back to hell
I'm still dreaming in my cell
Solitude and I on the way of times
We are looking each other, eyes in eyes
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Sick and bloody Painter
C#1
In the frozen woods, the story's told
When the night is too cold
I know I'll never die old
'cause my heart will always be bold
C#2
My eyes are burning in madness
My only comfort is in loneliness
My thirst of blood is now endless
But I'm alone in hell, so helpless
Ref.
I paint with blood on my feather
To let me submerged by horror
I paint with blood, without other colour
Yeah! I'm a genius, a real painter
C#3
So sick, I'm so nervous
That I can be dangerous
Through those beliefs so pious
I'm a real killing genius
C#4
Mankind can pretend to know
But its ignorance will forever grow
Look at the paintings I draw
This young blood which flowed
C#5
In the dark and frozen woods
Visions of sacrifices, hands of god
So many deaths, so many spilled blood
This young blood which flowed
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Space Enigma
Ref.#1
You've got to slash!!!
All the stars in the sky
Destroying in clash!!!
To know how we all fly
C#1
You are in an ancient place
Hidden and unknown by the human race
The sun, the moon, the stars you embrace
The darkness or the light on your face
Ref.#2
You've got to slash!!!
All the meteors rain which lie
Destroying in clash!!!
All the comets which die
Pont.
Sad eyes don't cry to die
Fly high into the sky
C#2
Touch the stars you want to bury
These beautiful lights, burning of fury
But beware, beauty is sometimes blurry
What is beautiful, is somewhere ugly
Ref.#3
You've got to slash!!!
And let it burns into fire
Destroying in clash!!!
'cause it's the way you're passing by
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The Black Bell-Ringers
C#1
Can you hear the black bell-ringers?
Can you see raised fists and big banners?
Their madness is floating in this place
Floating with the dust on your face
C#2
Can you hear the black bell-ringers?
When it rings, they dance with the reaper
Can you see their steeled swords and masses?
The endless race goes on in dead spaces
Ref.
It rings until the end!
The sound of bells is close at hand…
It rings until the end!
Listen to the black bell-ringers band…
Shut up and listen…
Shut up and listen!!!
Pont.
Come hearing the bells, it ring on December
Come hearing the music of the black bell-ringers
Come hearing the bells, the death squad members
Come hearing the sing of the black bell-singers!


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