3 avril 2006
2) Le Don Ténébreux: Chroniques d'une lune sanglante
In his sky, Gog was still laughing.
Can the dark moon still helping,
Child, prisoner of cruel arms,
After running away after the warm?
A blood tear on his burned wings:
That's not the life he was waiting.
He's dying under a black cross.
Can you ever think he was lost?
The real time is again running,
Forgetting the death of Nothing
The last december in burning.
That's a story I'm not involved
But he is man I'm still waiting
Buying with prayers, o my love.
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