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Here is another song of the LP "Kings Of Light" ! Enjoy !

Winter Night

Walking on marble pavements,
Picking black iris and, filled with envy,
By her iron hand sweeping souls,
She ate and licked the rests
In the bowl
Of what we called vanity.
Who was she?
A real little bitch.
And it's often there,
Behind this night,
That sleep the cries of a jealous dead man
Oh ! She could have been beautiful!
But her flesh will be used as a feast
For the incubus of the new day
She is a poor sun
Running toward the end.
They drink her light
In the dark, in the dark,
She's afraid of the dark
It's her soul they penetrate
With a small but sharp blade
Her face is now lying
On the cold frost,
Frost that will be the grave of her heart
Killed by the ice dripping on her face.
Her last night,
A cold winter night
A night where the deads don't sleep to laugh
Of the one joining them on a river of regrets
A cold winter night,
And the violins are singing cheerily
A cold winter night,
Where we don't cry the indecisive