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PRODUCER/REMIXER/WRITERThe day is breaking on the eye of the soul A heart trapped in a whirlwind on fire by- cactus Raised with the H of hate/ In the mazes, fire and sorrow In life, in pain of a stake/ By bugle of flesh of a God A symbiosis of litanies by reeF/Awake the bad luck in thirteenth mourning The OOzing trilogy of an E Explode the Rubicon in tears of a pact A rotten confession to the Menstrual of an act/ One day, Of blood, pick the magnet field of a Body A such-and-such county life in despite, the hysterical wrap Don't Speak anymore, the sanctuary hold strongly the sin Night, Coding Night/ Stink/ To the best, a bath in the sewers of the unawareness In departure for the dead season, pale rewarD A by-flint- caesura, a symphony for the agony/ In Us, the fiascO, From a Prophet while waiting the Mummy A pray, to Profane the aura, the blast of a tiara/The J of Us/Only a torture knows, the Harmony of a blasphemy Handle the two- trier to the sigh of a sob Blood on fingers of a burden/ Sorry to the Praise of a J who knows the stink To encroach on the Goddess in rag, Intromission/ The consecration of a gagging distress, a hole set if weâ€¦. The nebula-chink, perPetuates the Evasive with a Furrow..../Stink in U.... Stink in M..../

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Member Since: 7/27/2006
Band Members: Le Corbeau
Influences: Human Nature.....All this for nothing, all this for how much? Violence of a day, silence of always, huh! Sorry to life from the deep of me These moments teared up, I was not anymore at me..../ Mine wounded, the heart crumples To my mother, for each tear sheded Life, I did not know read it like a sacred Text My soul in Hyena, heavy of secrets.../To this mate I ended up to shag his mother who turned me on A iota of feeling, the disgust in me inlays, neo-ninny All these whores impaled, called as bitches All these girls with the virginity taken of, who did not stay mine.../The ones who answered me yes When I laid, Bastard go-on How many moons again in this lowest world An Instant of deep rejection.../Alone in my last home To return to hearth and live dust My subtraction to the craziness of human.../The fluid of my thoughts in tatters Days of penitence, by unlimited contract When the munch will bend, the boards of his line Hell in three D, scene of puppets and burnt vision.../The smile of my years, baby, my misery is law Me and me, alone with me in commotion Free with my sins in burden.../ by Le Corbeau
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All this....

All this for nothing, all this for how much?Violence of a day, silence of always, huh!Sorry to life from the deep of meThese moments teared up, I was not anymore at meMine wounded, the heart crumplesT...
Posted by Le Corbeau on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 08:19:00 PST

STINK

The day is breaking on the eye of the soulA heart trapped in a whirlwind on fireby- cactus Raised with the H of hateIn the mazes, fire and sorrowIn life, in pain of a stakeBy bugle of flesh of a GodA ...
Posted by Le Corbeau on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 05:05:00 PST

CONFESSION 1

Tout ca pour rien,tout ca pour combien? Violence d'un jour,silence de toujours,hein! Pardon a la vie du fond de moi Ces instants dechires,j'etais plus a moi Les miens blesses,le coeur fr...
Posted by Le Corbeau on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 08:39:00 PST

If it has to....

I will confide in the devil without confession I will go back to dust, hundred priests, without give-and-take The dead light will live in narrow streets of my doubts The darkness will light up de dee...
Posted by Le Corbeau on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 08:42:00 PST

S'il le faut...

Je me confierai au Diable sans confessionJe retournerai poussiere,100 pretres,sans concession La lumiere morte vivra dans les ruelles de mes doutesL'obscurite eclairera les profondeurs de ma routeL'he...
Posted by Le Corbeau on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 09:29:00 PST

La Puante

Le jour se lève sur l'oeil de l'ameUn coeur pris dans un tourbillon en flammesElévé au cactus..à..la H d'une haineDans les labyrinthes,feu et peineEn la vie,en la douleur d'un pieuAu clairon de chair ...
Posted by Le Corbeau on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 10:50:00 PST

SHUT!.....

Peu m'importe,ma porte reste close comme une pucelle et son hymenL'hymne,meme chante par le roi,rien a foutre,Amen!Que je brule en Enfer ou dans la chambre du Sultan de BruneiA Satan de bruler,A Dieu ...
Posted by Le Corbeau on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 09:38:00 PST

L'eau de L'art

Avatar dans le brouilaardLe sacrifice se brise,tot ou tardUn saint dans le desespoirLe desir de tenir la poireLe train qui entre en gareLe reflet du mouroirLa peur de sonder le bout du vouloirMutiler ...
Posted by Le Corbeau on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 07:03:00 PST