The Young Martyr Lyrics
Your heavenly face underwaterAdmiring its whiteness Under the moon rays And the life going out Of your magnificent woundsWraps up of red your naked fleshOn your pearly nails, the subdued lightGleam under water in a deep silenceAnd your veins, in a complexe networkDraw on your skin tree rootsYou who sleep for ever In your cold shroudShall the disgrace fall on Your holy misfortuneWhich sentences for its crimeYour suicided spiritAnd puts on its faceAn accusing appearanceYou, who sleep for ever In your cold shroudShall the disgrace fall on Your holy misfortuneYour dark hair, as an oil slickStays on the surface, refusing to sinkIt tries to make believe of a last hopeIt dances on the waves, unlifed, unlifed
Penumbra The Young Martyr
