Tristesse Lyrics
happened. The sentence came to me when being on tour with my band. We werecrossing the land of Bretagne and the landscape with it's woods and menhirsseemed so inviting. Visions of Celtic traditions and legends immediately came tomind and the unreachable within reach. Due to a busy schedule it was impossibleto stop and really taste the atmosphere. It always has been my experience thatevents that ALMOST took place are the most inspiring for reality had no grip onthe whole. This way a strange kind of magic, a dreamworld even, can remainintact."Blood red skies like a messenger of doomSkeletons on parade in villages on fireDivine maidens suffering from the plagueApocalypse my friend put these cities into dustDust on coffin litsTales never toldCitizens living in cages of glassWriting poetry in the fields of bretagneBut hear the cries of a distant battleCardinals in decay and Gods who failed everywhereNero's fiddle distuned, Rome into flamesWith wings wide spread I wish to flyLike an eagle embracing the skyDying during a final flightOh deliver me from lifePlundering savages drunk with bloodlustKnights in armour now long vanishedJesters holding the crownNoblesse fading awayNoblesses fadingBlood red skies like a messenger of doomSkeletons on parade in villages on fireDivine maidens suffering from the plagueApocalypse my friend put these cities into dustDust on coffin litsTales never toldCitizens living in cages of glassWriting poetry in the fields of BretagneBut hear the cries of a distant battleCardinals in decayGods who failed everywhereGods who failed...TRISTESSE!
Danse Macabre Tristesse
