Battle Of Britain Memorial Cum Tacent Clamant
Paris, distant lie, distant crowd, tell me
If I can live without the spite kept inside me
Stealers, you won't have my own garden of delights
But I can't try to fight against alone
Fear with all the lights, since when do I fear the lights?
Since I cannot speak with my own lips, since I'm a pawn (among this muck)
Gears of joy to care about lie on the floor throughout you break the gate down
There's no one you care about, there's no chance to get away
Gears of joy to care about lie on the floor throughout you shoot at yourself
You will end up in paradise, I will make bloodshed as God
I count "one, two… oh three", oh there're too many of these pitiful pets
In this world-weary life
Gears of joy to care about lie on the floor throughout you break the gate down
Gears of joy to care about lie on the floor throughout you crush it
The gears of life
You'll care about your close fall
The shredding will come, and will destroy their ignorance
And thus I will smile
The shredding will come, it will be a wonderful day
The day I will speak at last
