Ten Barrels - A Scourge for the World, a Plague for His Soul
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He was there
On the border of his mind
On the depths of despair
Howling there is no remorse
No torment to achieve
He was the scourge for the world
And the plague for his soul
He was there
Thinking back on his glory days
When his blood was fresh
When his bones were unscathed
Fingers on the end
Like so many marrows
Brooding over and over
On the border of his life
There is no way
There is no way to escape
From the past
Life has gone by
He remains in trouble
On his just defeats and memories
Yearning to be free
Il est allรฉ dans les bas-fonds de son รขme
Pur en vue
Marquรฉ ร jamais
Traรฎnant la croix de ses mรฉfaits
S'alourdisant de la mรฉlasse amassรฉe
Traรฎnant la croix de ses mรฉfaits
Howling there is no remorse
No torment to achieve
He was the scourge for the world
And the plague for his soul
There is no way
There is no way
To escape from the past
Worms eating out life
As many blasphemes
As many rituals
His fingers on the end
As many marrows
Abstaining from the only retreat
Of an ultimate art
Of rebellion