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Feu du Ciel
05:46
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J'ai couru vers vous sans basculer
à la croix des minotaures dévoilée
laissant le Feu du Ciel me brûler
et l'Or me saisir.
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Ophelia
03:36
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O pale Princess ! beautiful as snow !
Yes child, you died, carried off by a river !
- It was the winds descending from the great mountains
That spoke to you of better freedom !
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Ceux qui ont médit
02:33
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Recouvre tes yeux, répands tes cheveux
Et repense aux grands hommes si fiers
Ils ont médit de toi en tous lieux
Maintenant
compare cette chanson aux grands hommes si fiers
Je l’ai moulée dans une gorgée d’air
Leurs enfants qui viendront verront qu’ils ont menti
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Fowles in the Frith
04:29
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Fowles in the frith, The birds in the wood,
The fisshes in the flood, The fishes in the flood
And I mon waxe wood: And I must go mad:
Much sorwe I walke with Much sorrow I walk with
For beste of boon and blood. For beasts of bone and blood.
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Those Images
04:18
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What if I bade you leave
The cavern of your mind?
There’s better exercise
In the sunlight and the wind.
I never bade you go
To Moscow or to Rome.
Renounce that drudgery,
Call the Muses home.
Seek those images
That constitute the wild,
The lion and the virgin,
The harlot and the child.
Find in middle air
An eagle on the wing,
Recognize the five
That make the Muses sing.
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The Pearl
01:50
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A raindrop, dripping from a cloud,
Was ashamed when it saw the sea.
‘Who am I where there is a sea?’, it said.
When it saw itself with the eye of humility
A shell nurtured it in its embrace.
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Bear me Away !
03:29
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Sacré Roc
02:44
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You are Falling
05:27
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The Sun will rise and set, the tide will come in and go out, the seasons will change, the birds will fly South for the winter and return in the spring, and the caterpiller will transform itself into a handsome butterfly ! You are falling into the abyss, with the promise of renewal !
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By the Waters
05:02
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I heard the old, old men say,
“Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.”
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
I heard the old, old men say,
“All that’s beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.”
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For her Love
02:34
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For her love in sleep I slake,
For her love all night I wake,
For her love mourning I make,
More than any man.
Blow, northern wind,
Send thou me my sweeting,
Blow, northern wind, blow, blow, blow!
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Exil
03:12
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Sigel
01:58
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Bring me Light
04:11
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C'est une Ombre !
01:53
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C'est un ombre,
elle nous suit,
elle nous attend,
on l'entend,
lentement elle se forme,
prend racine dans le bruit
et nous possède,
alors on se voit
à la place du premier homme,
on tient l'unité on tient l'unité !
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Swesor Bhrater France
Hailing from the South of France, Victor-Yann began writing and composing music in the early 2000s. Passionate about
romantic poetry and occult music, especially the underground culture of the 1980s, his artistic and musical journey was also deeply influenced by the work of his elder brother Alaxis Andreas G.(le syndicat electronique) with whom he collaborated on
a number of projects.
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