[Lyrics : RMS / June 1999]
Je suis celui que tu dans l'ombre de minuit lui la pensee chuchotait a ton ame lui dont tu devinais vaguement la lui dont tu l'image en songe dont le regard tue l'espoir Celui que n'aime Le de mes esclaves terrestres Le Roy de la et de la Liberte L'ennemi des Le Mal de la
(Voila ce que avez fait de moi)
I am not ...Just ordinary You'll understand Let me leave this
You will this wager, my lord Whoreson, you are not me I'm just the others
A pit of bloted ground for to be For such a is meet What kind of thing is more ? think you on't ?
I'm as the indifferent children of the As my heritage, a thousand humans died my hand A lives, God offered me The sublime hatred which my heart... I'm God's and nothing more
Vobiscum Et cum tuo
But age his stealing steps Hath clawed me in his And hath shipped me intil the As if I had never such
Thou not well For the of God, forbear me ! You'll never The devouring fire burns in me
Let me leave room You will lose this my lord Whoreson, you are not me I'm just all the others The you can't touch
Vobiscum Et cum tuo Per saecula saeculorum
I'm as the indifferent children of the A humans died within my hand A thousand lives, God me As my
gift is... The sublime hatred which my heart
Iudica me, Et discerne causam de gente non sancta Ab homine et doloroso erue me
But age his stealing steps Hath me in his clutch And hath shipped me the land As if I had never been
pray'st not well For the of God, forbear me ! You'll never The devouring fire makes me live
Je ne suis que tenebres et vengeance Je veux vous decrepir, pourrir comme les insectes repugnants Que etes tous les uns comme les autres Dans un de merde grouillante Vous n'etes que des immondices, des larves
But age with his stealing Hath clawed me in his And shipped me intil the land As if I had been such
Thou not well For the love of God, me ! never understand The devouring which makes me fucking live