Lyrics:
poitrine en feu Les yeux convulsant Son dernier aveu Cracher du sang Les fiers passants Le méprisant Lui demandant Pourquoi gisant Le mendiant Ce vil puant
the hostess The bond that you broke I imposed it Your pretty face had my mind convulsant You were my taste 'til you left my heart broken Left my heart open Left
She curses the night she was born Screams of the night she was born Convulsant in a seized contortion The angels of Saint Anna's mourn The stench
Comme de petits automates, Fragiles, convulsants, balbutiants, Souvent si morts, rarement vivants, Que j'en viens à penser que nous sommes
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