Luyện nghe bài hát Le Berceau De L'ange (Nocturnal Call Part 3)

Le De L'ange (Nocturnal Call Part 3)

[music: Abate/Canavaggia, Blachier]

leaving a of light
into hell at the first sight
staring at new chaos
life me without desire

touched by the of divinity
a as blind as me
I the stench of a putrid life
lies and suffering are but my

in a desert field of hate
waiting for the unknown to
(my crop)
a tear that vanishes before touching the
I feel nothing, nothing but my

lies, by lies, just tell me why ?
why do we have to
our desolate as soon as we are born ?
we are puppets but who the strings ?
dusk after dusk we crawl like
on a ground that we don't even
I in a no-man's land
a held by hypocrisy
the of god and men

let the brew
and light away
I this world, I hate god
I you

ubi dicta...

I contemplate bereaved soul
and I see through this
a cradle with passion
on a shadowy coffin
poetry spoken by the innocent child
who praises sentiments

all the perfumes from the inner
entwined with the sky
warp me to suffer my
dusk, I my allegiance to thee
is my oath
innocence kneels towards
the night
of wisdom enthrones
the of my life
the for my equinoctial desires
you preachers of the
the blood that I cum
come to me, ye darkness

thus, I reveal the coming raven under the moon