Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mort-Luisant, artist - Seth. Date of issue: 10.06.2013
Song language: French
Mort-Luisant(original) |
| Hiding in the shade like wolves |
| Tightly clenched jaws lying in wait for carnage |
| Eyes gleaming with hatred, insanity rising |
| And that feeling of revenge electrifying down my spine |
| Stillborn voices saturating my ears |
| Disturbing is their stench, their presence |
| How to contain this rage when willing to fight? |
| Burrying their bodies their minds into the mire |
| That thing’s growing and growing penetrating my brain |
| J’ai l’essence du mal, bouillant dans les veines |
| Laissant la bête pénétrer mon cerveau |
| Un goût de sang imprégnant mon haleine |
| Je deviens l’animal qui sera le fléau |
| Alors la lame embrasse mes flancs |
| Que la douleur devienne rituelle ! |
| Je me découpe, je me transperce, je sers les dents |
| Ma haine prend tout son sens, je lacère de plus bel |
| Nous avons l’essence du mal, bouillant dans nos veines |
| L’esprit de la meute nous amène à la chasse traque |
| Une douleur rituelle, le goût du sang dans notre haleine |
| Les crocs serrés par la rage la Meute est notre pacte |
| Hiding in the shade like wolves |
| Tightly clenched jaws lying in wait for carnage |
| And that feeling of revenge electrifying down my spine |
| How to contain this rage when willing to fight? |
| Burrying their bodies their minds into the mire |
| Prends le feu que je vois dans tes yeux |
| À quel point ils sont mort-luisants de haine! |
| Allume l’essence du mal, nous chasserons à deux |
| Nous sommes les loups, la rage et nous immolons l'Éden |
| (translation) |
| Hiding in the shade like wolves |
| Tightly clenched jaws lying in wait for carnage |
| Eyes gleaming with hatred, insanity rising |
| And that feeling of revenge electrifying down my spine |
| Stillborn voices saturating my ears |
| Disturbing is their stench, their presence |
| How to contain this rage when willing to fight? |
| Burrying their bodies their minds into the mire |
| That thing's growing and growing penetrating my brain |
| I got the essence of evil boiling in my veins |
| Letting the beast enter my brain |
| A taste of blood permeating my breath |
| I become the animal that will be the plague |
| So the blade kisses my sides |
| Let the pain become ritual! |
| I cut myself, I pierce myself, I grit my teeth |
| My hate takes on its full meaning, I lacerate even more |
| We have the essence of evil, boiling in our veins |
| The spirit of the pack leads us to the hunt stalk |
| A ritual pain, the taste of blood on our breath |
| Fangs clenched in rage the Pack is our pact |
| Hiding in the shade like wolves |
| Tightly clenched jaws lying in wait for carnage |
| And that feeling of revenge electrifying down my spine |
| How to contain this rage when willing to fight? |
| Burrying their bodies their minds into the mire |
| Take the fire I see in your eyes |
| How glistening with hate they are! |
| Light the essence of evil, we'll hunt together |
| We are the wolves, the rage and we immolate Eden |