Her Majesty Ogress

[Jeanne Weber: France, 1908] Behind this cold walls still I struggle Here, in my torn heart As I watch at the spiders creeping the stones I hope that this burden will disappear Remembering horrible acts Laissez moi protéger Le secret qui envelope L'âme des mes maines… Or horrible dreams? Que l'architecture de la doux mort aux profound spasmes commence! Ulcère de cette enfantin beauté J'orchestre la danse avec ton corp désarticulée, une paradisiaque decadence! Mine is this sublime art of strangulation A warm exercise of moribund pressure My love and my hands all around your throat For your cold embrace only I'll warm I, her majesty Ogress Her majesty Death Ulcère de cette enfantin beauté Mutilation de ton coeur Vide yeux pleurent sang Sur le visage tuméfié So I will keep the secret of your stolen breath Clutching, still clutching, with severe fingers, clutching! And with an empty stare I guide your steps In the dark land of the untimely death For it's like to recreate peace of mind For it's like to recreate the silence of the uterine asphyxia For it's like to recreate inside, the lost passion for a deformed body For it's like to recreate the love, the pain, eternally united… What have I done? Sweet innocent children… Time heals… nothing! Please give me again an illusion of sanity 'Cause it is gone too far If my world was nothing more than this I'll better kill myself With my own hands Laissez moi protéger Le secret de ton soufflle Dans la mort unie avec le mien… In death, united with me… Mine is this sublime art of strangulation A warm exercise of moribund pressure My shame and my hands all around my throat For my cold embrace nobody will warm I, her majesty Ogress Her majesty Death Ma gorge déchiré Avec cettes ongles d'Orchesse Une victime immolée Dans la crypte du suicide. [Music by Imajes&Antarktica] [Lyrics by Animæ]