64 A.D. - Le Flambeau Songtext / Lyric

64 A.D. - Le Flambeau Songtext
Well, everyone was then quite accostumed to the tender relief and the cares of this shepherd
To their cuspidal and rough fate I opposed sweet softness, a grand pastiche of fire and daggers
Alas, am I not an aesthete
I, that I cured this itch and took the time to see it all consumed?
Leered their crudity but lingered not before grace mortified
Distressed not, humility’s been shipwreck in ein augenblick
I brushed doubt but just with fingertips as a momentary eclipse Meekness, what is meant to be worth for?
A morion in words for a grudge cloaked in silence Vulgar and inelegant their design of sadness, their prowling disease as their unseen wonders

I, felt a flicker of despise then despise unmasked and turn to be a subtle, tedious hate
I found remedy in contending their poor flesh to the flames

Haste! Weren’t they prepared to share the suffering and the bane?
Smoke was my cadeau, as a monument to their disgrace

Feeble and inadequate their bodies danced and spinned like puppets
A Carnage worn of melody
An auspicious disaster
Ferocity became an izzard among the multiple means of power
And the cither sang…

In Truth, could have I raped this beauty?
Have I forced this perfect glowing?
Hiding under abomination here’s a godlike display of domination

Crackled the whole night for this improvised dawning, which I yearned like a tricoteur as a pledge to my glory

A bruise in the sky for a swollen heart, a chant to restore me, a poem sublime

Sear it, sear it pain, scar their weak delight
Forget all their names, set this blight to fire, to burn!