Je me sens loin de moi Est-ce bien moi que je vois ? Qui suis-je? je ne sais pas. Je me sens etrangere, Dans un corps ephemere De quoi j'ai l'air? Je
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Oversettelse: Charles Aznavour. The Palace Of Our Chimera.
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You took a time bomb, and a case of crackers And you made a maelstrom of organic debris Then you took a work bench, and a rusty anvil And you polished
will notice the venomous scheme, Blinding inside your existenceless youth. Instable idol of several's fathers, Deceptive idyll in unseen ideas, Fatal without being real, a chimera
(Music : Sotiris/Spiros, Lyrics : Sotiris) My mood is like the weather it changes with unexpected ways creating a mosaic based on the antithesis of cold
Born Scorpio boy Chased by storms Always safe Rush out of bed Tornado is dead In its wake, sunlight The land in uproot Taken down south To a hurricane
In the imperium with emerald valleys There where endlessness encircles you A goddess lost her aureole Created her own domain This valley of doom where
Incorporated blood lust Incinerated carcass Incarnated in my blood Indecent Death Whore rules Inanimated death fuck Interlocked repulsive souls Incantations
Caress the deceitful snake, The one who speaks in tongues Of all my devastating truths, Collect the power of my dreams A fiendish lust a hallow trust.
Inside a mind so deranged, how I wish you all were dead, Annoying humanity sickens me, I contemplate your extinction, Inside my castlewalls life runs
The claws of death await you Soul less on your deathbed The witches dance in circles As your manhood fades away A shapeshifter appears before you
There's a sign carved deep In the palm of your hand There's a birthmark craving On the left side of your heart Your life was forever structured Composed
