CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : The Ballad of the Pale Christ

On bended knees we pray for war, a blade draws blood but often tarnishes
Through blazing eyes I see new sunsets, sky now breaking different shades of red
We pray for blades, ablazing locusts call for wars to wet the earth
To cover the world in black and bracken, flaming stubble with churchbell battles
And then I lie in the arms of a smiling girl who prays to Christ and the pale
Queens mighty in sorrow
Mighty in sorrow
Mighty in sorrow
Mighty in sorrow
Mighty in sorrow

When did I stand before I touched the shadows of this life that touch the dark
And dream of ice
An endless wintеr in this dogday-age, I kiss the cross but dream of wars
A bagatеlle for a massacre or wars of fire were build to last
Old men die and stone will turn to stone
And then I kiss the mouth of a smiling girl who calls on Christ and the pale
Queens mighty in sorrow
Mighty in sorrow
Mighty in sorrow
Mighty in sorrow
Mighty in sorrow

Immaculate heart of immaculate love a tawdry scarecrow for a tarnished crown
His five wounds bleed but only on his throne, his toothless smile cuts wide
Across his face
And then I kiss the mouth of a smiling girl who calls on Christ and the pale
Queens mighty in sorrow
Mighty in sorrow
Mighty in sorrow
Mighty in sorrow
Mighty in sorrow