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I'm Your Enemy
05:52
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Fuck your addictions!
Unable to cope with life,
Forget your rebellion,
Look in my eyes.
Death is what you want?
Let's speed it up,
Wake up! or sleep forever,
Dreaming your nightmarish life.
Insurrection, mirage!
I'M YOUR ENEMY! x4
I-AM-YOUR-ENEMY !
Escape from your sins,
Escape from your sins, x2
Let live your dreams.
Are you living or surviving?
I'M YOUR ENEMY! x4
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FUCK F**R
06:02
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I feel your sweet heart,
I feel this flavor,
I hear the voices,
Roar in the nothingness,
And we feel the fear rising,
We walk by trembling,
Fright in the silence,
We say then...
REFRAIN:
I'm not afraid of your sadnesses,
I just dance on your cloud,
You're swimming in your madness,
But the fear always roams...
Fuck F**R !
You go away and leave me in a blood bath,
Always this black task which enlarged,
You feel this is the end ,
Then you dodge everything,
Pray for a last granted breath,
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Sang sur Roche
06:09
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Sang sur roche
Si la roche est immortelle,
Si les ombres m'appellent,
Le sang gravira cette roche,
Mon sang gravera,sang sur roche.
Quand l'on ne ressent plus la peau et ses os,
Lentement, on se ronge en lambeaux,
Souffle marin et divin qui t'emporte à jamais,
Avec les autres, tous aussi oubliés.
Et les sangsues censurent,
Mon sang sur la roche, x2
À la source la vie ,
C'est pas pour ça qu'on rit ,
Au destin des morts ,
Quel était leur sort ?
Qui se souviendra que c'était mon sang ,
Au milieu des cents passants?
Des fleurs en sang , des bouquets tous fanés ,
Des mariés divorcés qui n'auront pas eu le temps,
De se dire que souffrir, ça n'fait que des souvenirs.
Et les sangsues censurent,
Mon sang sur la roche, x2
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Baphomet
05:12
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The darkness of Baphomet conquers our lands,
Put to sleep our souls , and leads them to their end,
Baph-omet, by his pale hands,
Buries men in sin,
And brings the dark within,
He comes there to damn our souls,
By his poisonous words,
Corrupting the hearts of my misled brothers,
One day he will die , and this day has arrived.
Baph-omet,
Feeds the obscurity,
In the nights without moon light,
His breath freeze any faith,
And the traveler burns his cross,
Submerged by the blackeness,
And the new follower follows,
Blind, he walks to nothigness.
He comes there to damn our souls,
By his poisonous words,
Corrupting the hearts of my misled brothers,
One day he will die , and this day has arrived.
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Désastre
04:47
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Souffle sur les braises éteintes et l'or blême détruit.
La fin de mes rêves,
La pénurie des sèves x2
La vérité s'écrit par le sang, x2
Ma destinée.
J'accepte ma destinée.
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