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A La Chaise-Dyable ესა
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It's 4pm, the sun is falling it's time
For the ruby-amber-colored Picon Jeanlain [NB: a kind of beer]
I'm going wild, brain bent
I turn on my stereo system, loud BM, awake all night
Awake all nights
In La Chaise-Dyable
In La Chaise-Dyable
The air of the summits is a dope more hardcore than the stronger psychotropic drug
In La Chaise-Dyable
The wind of the forests coldy makes its way into the neighbourhoods
And howl like a devil, bounce againt the abbey impenetrable fortress
Where rebellious and wild monks dress like crows
Their face looking like they are from the Middle-Ages
Down my road is the Senouire Valley. Old folks ask me why I moved here. I tell them I like the landscape. They reply: "Do you like ghosts?"
Later at 11pm I hear the sound of a tractor, I look by the window: it's the old man ploughing like a boor
Into the vale of nothingness
And I realise how much this lone man, all those loners, must buckle under the weight of all those sinister evenings
I remember that just behind my place, the empty farm belonged to a couple who killed themselves and that the other neighbour over there bought the farm of a guy who hang himself too. And I get depressed
Thinking about all those villages whose cimeteries are bigger than the villages, and whose war memorial display more names than there are inhabitants
I think about my life this dark novel written by a sadist
Where it's as clear as in a gloryhole
Then I pour sweat, get a lumbago
I sweat aureolas
Of tears of alcohol
I remember the hatred
When I was crazy, when I was alive
And the nights of La Chaise-Dieu
When I had more pleasure drinking
Than fucking
I wanted to be a survivalist, me
But since sorrow is my queen
I would have ended up deadvalist
A jaded asshole
In a wooded shithole
When I arrived here there was a Christ in the attic
On my guitar I put it
Upside down
I'm going crazy or what, will you believe it?
But in good mocking French
Here's that the statue starts
Screaming loudly at me:
"Come on, you've not killed anyone
Wait for your end
This life was your punishment
And nicely
You served your sentence
Come one, you've not killed anyone
May your liver give in
This life taunted you like a hyena
But calmly
You swallowed your hatred"
And calmly, I swallowed my hatred
And calmly, I swallowed my hatred
ა ეს კიდე ნაითბრინგერის ჩუვაკის პროექტი, მაგარი რამეა
· 
BLACK METAL, 10th Wave
