Lyrics Palmyra - Rome, Laure Le Prunenec, Rïcïnn

Palmyra

Sin upon our ears, minds bewitched
We go step away from deaf complaints
Let’s descend to hell, slowly
Through the reeking darkness, slowly
Bring the meats, the wine, the vultures and the snakes
The disgusting heroes are our allies
But you don’t have the smell of priests
You don’t have the smell
Happy is the one who can get into the serene fields
The one who can prtend to a intemporal perfum
Shiver at medium heat, at a thousand christian names
Bad odeur nearby the incredulous that made the faithful stagger in their faith
But you don’t have the smell of the law
You don’t have the smell
She doesn’t loudly shouts, nor gestures, the nation of debris
She dreams of scaffold under the sun that remains
And we play with the wind around the guillotines
That would revive the hatred in your chest
You that spread suffering alike a divine cure
But you don’t have the smell of the priest
You don’t have the smell
Invited at the eternal feast, save me a spot in the legions of the poet
And you shiver, you throb, my angel, my favorite beast
Go ahead, raise your pious arms, facing people’s anger
Under the lost temples of the antique palmyra
But you don’t have the smell of the martyr
You don’t have the smell
Under the vultures' gaze, bring the meats, the wines
In the lost temples of the antique palmyra
But you don’t have the smell of the empire
You don’t have the smell
Last words: all starts in mysticism, and ends in politics