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Angel
The Harlequin Cemetery
Bivouac - Part 1
The Damned:
Bivouac!
O bivouac!
O bivouac good god!
The alchemist:
It was in winter
I had walked for a long time!
The Damned:
O bivouac!
O bivouac!
O bivouac good god!
The alchemist:
Do you see this stone?
I have Rested!
The Damned :
Bivouac!
O bivouac!
O bivouac good god!
Death:
Why did you stop
In front of the Pious Ravine
You were approaching my kingdom
Who smells so good of dog
And from the depths of my darkness
Cabal alchemist
I sing the funeral oration
Of your philosopher's stone!
The Monkey
Shut up, I am naked
And my shadow takes the shape of the street
Shut up, I'm hurt
The estaminet is closed, I'm thrown away!
I want to fly, I want to fly!
Break the atmosphere
And the sky of the damned
I want to fly, I want to fly
So that the earth is no longer my pillow!
I want to scream, I want to scream!
From the mouth of the Holy Father
To the guts of the whores
That the orpheon of the Grand Magisterium
Is not for tomorrow!
(Text: Christian Decamps)
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