Album: The Last Bewitchment
As a sad face
Sailing and slides
In a bright ocean
Pursing a kind life
Under a flapping rain
Of steam of mist
And in this bar
He fails and drinks
And in this burning
Alcohol he sinks down
Forgetting his misfortune,
His anxiety and his fear
Il entre dans l'all©e royale,
D©fie ses sujets,
prend la timbale d'or
Le sceptre et la couronne,
Il se sert, se bat et ordonne
Flames are falling in his brain
Of enlightened madman.
Et maintenant
il entre dans la danse des si¨cles,
Et d'un pouvoir immense,
il r¨gne sur tous ces esprits
Tremblants au regard si vide,
pauvre peuple oubli©
Dans sa folie de l'ordre
qui le m¨ne la mort,
Telle une horde avan§ant,
g©missante,
Se heurtant et coups de poings,
s'entre-tuant.
From a leftover smoke
from a candle put out
A torrent of fears shakes him
despite his laugh that rings
As an old bell out of tune
and empty in the whistling wind,
A light tune on the reef
and he sniggers like this reptile
Which is strutting in this marsh
where wise men get bogged
...Down