Absinthe, I adore you, truly!
It seems, when I drink you
I inhale the young forest’s soul
During the beautiful green season
Your perfume disconcerts me
And in your opalescence
I see the full heavens of yore
As through an open door
What now, oh refuge of the damned!
That you a vain paradise be
If you appease my need;
And if, before I enter the door
You make me put up with life
By accustoming me to death
Absinthe; say no more, say no more…
I am the green fairy
My robe is the color of despair
I have nothing in common with the fairies of the past
What I need is blood, red and hot
The palpitating flesh of my victims
Alone, I will kill France, the present is dead
Long live the future…
But me, I kill the future and in family I destroy
The love of country, courage, honor
I am the purveyor of hell, penitentiaries, hospitals
Absinthe; say no more, say no more…
Who am I finally? I am the instigator of crime
I am ruin and sorrow
I am shame
I am dishonour
I am death
I am absinthe
I am shame
I am dishonour
I am death
I am absinthe
Absinthe; say no more, say no more…
1 | The Ride |
2 | The March Of Brian Boru |
3 | Follow Me Up To Carlow |
4 | Seeker |
5 | The Hangman and the Papist |
6 | Reign I Forever |
7 | Wulf and Eadwacer |
8 | Electricity |
9 | Wir Rufen Deine Wölfe |
10 | Herjafather |