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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