Rome, Rïcïnn, Laure Le Prunenec - Palmyra lyrics
[Rome, Rïcïnn, Laure Le Prunenec - Palmyra lyrics]
Sin upon our ears, minds bewitched
We go step away from deaf complaints
Let’s descend to hell, slowly
Through the reeking darkness, slowly
Bring the meats, the wine
The vultures and the snakes
The disgusting heroes are our allies
But, you don’t have the smell of priests
You don’t have the smell
Happy is the one who can
Get into the serene fields
The one who can prеtend
To a intemporal perfumе
Shiver at medium heat
At a thousand christian names
Bad odeur nearby the incredulous that made
The faithful stagger in their faith
But, you don’t have the smell of the law
You don’t have the smell
She doesn’t loudly shouts, nor gestures
The nation of debris
She dreams of scaffold under
The sun that remains and we play with the
Wind around the guillotines
That would revive the hatred in your chest
You that spread suffering alike a divine cure
But, you don’t have the smell of the priest
You don’t have the smell
Invited at the eternal feast
Save me a spot in the legions of the poet
And you shiver, you throb, my angel
My favorite beast
Go ahead, raise your pious arms
Facing people’s anger
Under the lost temples of the antique palmyra
But, you don’t have the smell of the martyr
You don’t have the smell
Under the vultures’ gaze, bring the meats
The wines
In the lost temples of the antique palmyra
But, you don’t have the smell of the empire
You don’t have the smell
Last words: all starts in mysticism
And ends in politics
We go step away from deaf complaints
Let’s descend to hell, slowly
Through the reeking darkness, slowly
Bring the meats, the wine
The vultures and the snakes
The disgusting heroes are our allies
But, you don’t have the smell of priests
You don’t have the smell
Happy is the one who can
Get into the serene fields
The one who can prеtend
To a intemporal perfumе
Shiver at medium heat
At a thousand christian names
Bad odeur nearby the incredulous that made
The faithful stagger in their faith
But, you don’t have the smell of the law
You don’t have the smell
She doesn’t loudly shouts, nor gestures
The nation of debris
She dreams of scaffold under
The sun that remains and we play with the
Wind around the guillotines
That would revive the hatred in your chest
You that spread suffering alike a divine cure
But, you don’t have the smell of the priest
You don’t have the smell
Invited at the eternal feast
Save me a spot in the legions of the poet
And you shiver, you throb, my angel
My favorite beast
Go ahead, raise your pious arms
Facing people’s anger
Under the lost temples of the antique palmyra
But, you don’t have the smell of the martyr
You don’t have the smell
Under the vultures’ gaze, bring the meats
The wines
In the lost temples of the antique palmyra
But, you don’t have the smell of the empire
You don’t have the smell
Last words: all starts in mysticism
And ends in politics