DEAD AND RESURRECTED

Don't you need crying
You know now the suffering of rising in an already dead body
A thousand time dead...
I left now going along the rivers of pain
Let slip under the floods
My soul remains prisonner of my corpse... my head...my donjon

Now, you know the suffering of rising in a body...yore dead
Prisonner of my corpse; my head; my donjon
Dive again and always deeper
Now, you know the suffering of rising in a body...yore dead

The head like a donjon...I'm my own gaoler
Do you ever walk with you eyes closed to fell the vertigo of being blind ?
Have you ever been blind until you're entirely lost ?
Have you ever deny the Dark Archangel who has in his breast...
The passion that gave you birth ?

Now, you know the suffering of rising in a body...yore dead
Prisonner of my corpse; my head; my donjon
Dive again and always deeper
Now, you know the suffering of rising in a body...yore dead

Secluded for centurys...My name remains exiled
An archangel drapped in black puts on my skull...
My spines-crown, my destiny, my damnation
Jesus kill me, set me free, deliver me, set me free
Lord, kill me, save me, kill me, save me, kill me, set me free
Oh ! Lord set me free

What remains to destroy
What remains to loose
What remains of my soul
I left my voice deep in the Hades
My voice
My face
My spirit
My essence
I'm dead...and resurrected.

Alan Woxx © 1993