Wandering amidst graves
The wind snakes around me and hisses
Like a dying breath.
Apart from that,
The air is still.
In a labyrinth of statues and angels
I'm trapped in their icy gaze
My lips part, and I sing my graveyard song.
Dors, dors, petit ange
Et reve de la mort
Dors, dors, petit ange
Demain tu seras mort.
The wind snakes around me and hisses
Like a dying breath.
Apart from that,
The air is still.
In a labyrinth of statues and angels
I'm trapped in their icy gaze
My lips part, and I sing my graveyard song.
Dors, dors, petit ange
Et reve de la mort
Dors, dors, petit ange
Demain tu seras mort.
P.S. Btw, thanks to Rachel, Chiouz and Shen. Love you guys.
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