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• Artiste: Voltaire
• Titre: The Churchyard
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A bell in a churchyard, it yells for me to begin. And my hands, they tremble and shake. While a chill grows under my skin, it rains in the valley, it rains from the skies, and it's raining deep inside my soul. And it pours up and out of my eyes. Not long ago, you were here in my arms and I swore I would protect you from harm! Now here we are on this hill 'neath the tree in the churchyard, at dawn. How could we have fallen so far? The earth is a blood red clay that cakes to my heels, and the stain grows heavy as lead. But my heart, it is heavier still. In a bow, there's a raven, and his eyes fix me with a stare. Then he turns and screams at the sky, and it burns like the truth in my ears. Not long ago, you were here in my arms and I swore I would protect you from harm. Now here we are on this hill 'neath the tree in the churchyard, at dusk. How could we have fallen so far? No one should find out how it feels standing here, hoping and praying you'll awake from this awful ordeal. No one should find out what it's like standing here, digging a hole in which to bury your child and your wife. When they are finished, they look like wombs on a hill. Two graves that lay side by side, for my life and my lover to fill. No one should find out how it feels standing here, hoping and praying you'll awake from this awful ordeal. No one should find out what it's like standing here, not havin' the means to buy the medicine to save their lives.