You´re on the wane in funereal winds
with a thousand winters within
Your life unveil its weary eyes
Sun sets in somber skies
Your waning desires brought to fire
where your withering life has been mourned
For a thousand years, where the pain blend with ire
and the night enflames us both
"Walk down the narrow path
Years of decay
Feel life´s soul-inflicting hurt once again"
You´re dying now
You make it feel somewhat divine
Your lenient eyes are somewhat healing
You make it feel the less a strife now
A precious life cease persisting
You´re on the wane and eden´s hewn
falter still under a funereal moon
Your tears they sweep upon life´s shore
until the day you weep no more
A part ca, salut tout l´monde ^^
Et vivement qu´on leur envoie l´armée dans la tronche, contre un bon gros tank, ils se calmeraient peut-etre 