par YauM', Compositeur a ses heures » 17 oct. 2004, 14:31
[Le guerrier du chaos s'approcha du feu que le gardien avait
precedemment mis en place et s'assit. Tournant le dos aux autres,
les bras encadrant ses jambes, il sortit un vieux papier déchiré et
commenca à lire tout en fredonnant a voix basse. Les plus proches
purent entendre cette "musique-parlée" que le jeune chaotique et
les plus avisés comprirent.]
Where's my mace ?
I have it, hooked on my belt...
There you go...
--Yeah --
Hu Hu !
Have you ever been in a second mental state, or taken by madness?
I have, I've been in this state and done things I like to do.
As I've ever said it in others rythms, when I find someone to
The end of my sword, I can't stop myself to pierce this strongless.
Sight of blood, my blade still pitched in his lifeless body.
I look this slaughter, which is for me synonymous as harmony.
Stand back up my mouth, looking with lot of haughtiness
Who will be my next victim, to see the péon's panic-stricken,
All those farmers who run into save their life, women & children,
Or to gaze at the one who implore me although I'm not mildness.
To let their skin to the rapacious, while hovels emit black smoke.
Everybody thinks It can be happen to himself, but that isn't a joke,
Later, you inevitably bump into the death 'cause your weakness.
I'm sorry to say that, but,
It is the fournaisien's humdrum,
To enjoy from the others'mistfortune,
And to honor himself.
-- One more time, --
I'm sorry to say that, but,
It is the fournaisien's humdrum,
To enjoy from the others'mistfortune,
And to honor himself.
--HU!--
While dark forces train for become stronger, decimate an other civilisation,
Or prepare the next plan to conquest, allied forces dwnidle & become weaker.
All those little soldiers who put the blame of great warriors although they're just farmers !
Yeah !! it is to you I speak to ! Try to restore you and your reason.
When I bump into you.. Me ! Who is a simple warrior of A'nanK,
Get the feeling you are on this world since too much time living,
That when I see you, I can only express a meaning of disgut & rejecting.
You give me the desire to kill you until the last, to absorb the hate ok A'nanK.
I just want to send you in the best world which exists : The Hell..
I'm sorry to say that, but,
It is the fournaisien's humdrum,
To enjoy from the others'mistfortune,
And to honor himself.
--HU!--
What can we do opposite all that violence? sure you have to behave.
But what can you do versus a growing army day after day? Nothing.
Dark force'll distress his wrath & you'll have built and have done things,
Nobody'll can ward of the threat, the threat in myself I have...
[Une fois terminé, le guerrier pouffa de rire lentement et
toujours a voix basse, regardant du coin de l'oeil les peronnes
présentes. Il se contenta d'ajouter.]
Dédicace à ma prochaine victime....
HJ : "Fournaisien's humdrum"
Sur l'air de "Cleaning out my closet"
By YauM' - tous droits réservés- non mé
[Le guerrier du chaos s'approcha du feu que le gardien avait
precedemment mis en place et s'assit. Tournant le dos aux autres,
les bras encadrant ses jambes, il sortit un vieux papier déchiré et
commenca à lire tout en fredonnant a voix basse. Les plus proches
purent entendre cette "musique-parlée" que le jeune chaotique et
les plus avisés comprirent.]
Where's my mace ?
I have it, hooked on my belt...
There you go...
--Yeah --
Hu Hu !
Have you ever been in a second mental state, or taken by madness?
I have, I've been in this state and done things I like to do.
As I've ever said it in others rythms, when I find someone to
The end of my sword, I can't stop myself to pierce this strongless.
Sight of blood, my blade still pitched in his lifeless body.
I look this slaughter, which is for me synonymous as harmony.
Stand back up my mouth, looking with lot of haughtiness
Who will be my next victim, to see the péon's panic-stricken,
All those farmers who run into save their life, women & children,
Or to gaze at the one who implore me although I'm not mildness.
To let their skin to the rapacious, while hovels emit black smoke.
Everybody thinks It can be happen to himself, but that isn't a joke,
Later, you inevitably bump into the death 'cause your weakness.
I'm sorry to say that, but,
It is the fournaisien's humdrum,
To enjoy from the others'mistfortune,
And to honor himself.
-- One more time, --
I'm sorry to say that, but,
It is the fournaisien's humdrum,
To enjoy from the others'mistfortune,
And to honor himself.
--HU!--
While dark forces train for become stronger, decimate an other civilisation,
Or prepare the next plan to conquest, allied forces dwnidle & become weaker.
All those little soldiers who put the blame of great warriors although they're just farmers !
Yeah !! it is to you I speak to ! Try to restore you and your reason.
When I bump into you.. Me ! Who is a simple warrior of A'nanK,
Get the feeling you are on this world since too much time living,
That when I see you, I can only express a meaning of disgut & rejecting.
You give me the desire to kill you until the last, to absorb the hate ok A'nanK.
I just want to send you in the best world which exists : The Hell..
I'm sorry to say that, but,
It is the fournaisien's humdrum,
To enjoy from the others'mistfortune,
And to honor himself.
--HU!--
What can we do opposite all that violence? sure you have to behave.
But what can you do versus a growing army day after day? Nothing.
Dark force'll distress his wrath & you'll have built and have done things,
Nobody'll can ward of the threat, the threat in myself I have...
[Une fois terminé, le guerrier pouffa de rire lentement et
toujours a voix basse, regardant du coin de l'oeil les peronnes
présentes. Il se contenta d'ajouter.]
Dédicace à ma prochaine victime....
HJ : "Fournaisien's humdrum"
Sur l'air de "Cleaning out my closet"
By YauM' - tous droits réservés- non mé