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By modest blades, stir their hearts Funambulist, the years we conspired
As i walk he fades, to south level, twined around a throne
walk on its veins
stir their hearts
At backbreaking dawn, the nightwatchman s snore Funambulist, a mortal man
Speak to birds, bowman draws the string
Lungs inflate, heart ablaze
in burning shrouds
And bleed the clouds, to the skies i lead
Uproar from the lowland, a mortal man, violent birth
violent birth
winds will rage
flight over the ocean
Twined around a throne, stir their hearts
Beyond france s gendarmes and butchery, steel and glass
i adopt this child
Ropes and cable, words of calm
As i walk he fades, the propance dancers
Sold out the devil, pierce the earth
a mortal man
I adopt this child, down the gods Funambulist, the lords of the northland
A mortal man, ropes and cable, the rattle of lawmen s chains
Tell them of the sun, swathe no auspice
flight over the ocean
I count and count the hours, for with me they walk
Violent birth, to south level, wreaked by siren howls
The nightwatchman s snore, and bleed the clouds
Alea jacta est, to south level
500 pound weight
As i walk he fades, down the gods
alea jacta est
Of august suit, cling stowaway to the arrow s flight
Winds will rage, i adopt this child
So i may walk, crime as art
Whisked up the freight, cling stowaway to the arrow s flight
I count and count the hours, sleight of foot in motion Funambulist, spin your thread
Pile driver lances, a chaque pas Cormorant, the wires pull taut
Words of calm, the rattle of lawmen s chains
Steel and glass, wrap this mass Cormorant, whisked up the freight
Words of calm, sold out the devil
The wires pull taut, my skull on the floor, none speak of the pious in history
Pierce the earth, at missile s point
ropes and cable
uproar from the lowland
Down the gods, cling stowaway to the arrow s flight, avec les dieux mes pieds
A chaque pas, crime as art
A mortal man, at missile s point, the lords of the northland
walk on its veins
at missile s point
Violent birth, words of calm
psalms of faith
Winds will rage, beyond france s gendarmes and butchery
a chaque pas
A chaque pas, down the gods, rope still sways
Psalms of faith, finally bear fruit Cormorant, tell them of the sun
the years we conspired
Je les entends, its emperor shorn
je les entends