Underground
Sous les villes inond? es de lumi? re
Au del? des sens et de l'esprit humain
S'ab? mant vers les profondeurs de la terre
Sombres comme s'annoncent nos lendemains
I reign upon the catacombs
Where lie so many unsubdued souls
Who made a quest that dug their tomb
Dead beyond the eyes of the fouls
Nous? pions du monde les rumeurs
D'une inlassable, vaine agitation
Les signes de notre vision qui se meurt
Et rena? t de leur incompr? hension
I reign? fouls
Sous les vo? tes de calcaire des abysses
Cach? s au sein d'une nuit? ternelle
Les sombres boyaux retentissent
Des rugissement de notre haine immortelle
Les rivi? res souterraines se remplissent
D'un flot d'ordures et d'immondices
Que viendront gonfler les corps putr? fi? s
De ceux qui ne peuvent se voir d? fi? s
Here we lie, underground
So near and yet so far from you
C? est une guerre permanente
Du mal que dans l? ombre on devine
Crainte d? un autre age pr? sente
Dans une mal? fique incarnation divine
So much of your blood feed our lands
That it made a palace of your hands
A place for us to inherit
A place of hatred where meet
Soiled memories of the past
That will burn your future at last
Au del? des sens et de l'esprit humain
S'ab? mant vers les profondeurs de la terre
Sombres comme s'annoncent nos lendemains
I reign upon the catacombs
Where lie so many unsubdued souls
Who made a quest that dug their tomb
Dead beyond the eyes of the fouls
Nous? pions du monde les rumeurs
D'une inlassable, vaine agitation
Les signes de notre vision qui se meurt
Et rena? t de leur incompr? hension
I reign? fouls
Sous les vo? tes de calcaire des abysses
Cach? s au sein d'une nuit? ternelle
Les sombres boyaux retentissent
Des rugissement de notre haine immortelle
Les rivi? res souterraines se remplissent
D'un flot d'ordures et d'immondices
Que viendront gonfler les corps putr? fi? s
De ceux qui ne peuvent se voir d? fi? s
Here we lie, underground
So near and yet so far from you
C? est une guerre permanente
Du mal que dans l? ombre on devine
Crainte d? un autre age pr? sente
Dans une mal? fique incarnation divine
So much of your blood feed our lands
That it made a palace of your hands
A place for us to inherit
A place of hatred where meet
Soiled memories of the past
That will burn your future at last
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Malcolm Spica
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