Indochine dark

I greet you from here,
The fruit of your womb,
Bless my life,
And my spirit this evening,
In the name of the father and of the son on the cross,
Forgive our sins,
to all 3...
Lying on the ground,
And let ourselves be done.
Caress our thoughts,
Purify our flesh,
Commune our ideas,
And regret nothing.
And become an orphan,
Long before in the morning,
Finally look at each other,
And join hands.
Adore, glorify, confess,
Be prayed to,
Be loved,
br/>We are, you know, alone to bleed...
We are, you know, alone to love...
We are, you know, alone to save...
We are, you know, all alone, you know...