Album : Sunwar the Dead
Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
Le corps n'en finissent pas de bruler
Onde de sang, vent ardent.
I rolled like the sand
The
Water
Unfurls.
We are the everdead, the spark in the air.
Dust and water,
The blood of the harvest

And aimless on those muddy fields,
We wandered all night.
The columns of ashes
From the pyres draw
A solemn temple
We have reached the altar.

Les corps n'en finissent pas de bruler.
Le corps n'en finissent pas de bruler   Onde de sang, vent ardent.   I rolled like the sand   The   Water   Unfurls.   We are the everdead, the spark in the air.   Dust and water,   The blood of the harvest      And aimless on those muddy fields,   We wandered all night.   The columns of ashes   From the pyres draw   A solemn temple   We have reached the altar.      Les corps n'en finissent pas de bruler.