Catacombes

You walk with a determined step
Your boots in the puddles, hunched under your bag
On this sidewalk, you know
An anonymous plaque, passage to the abyss
There, the city is eclipsed
And twenty meters below, you're finally home
Your kingdom extends down here, we won't find you there

As the master of the place, I walk in the quarries
Yeah, in the bowels of the city of light

The silence and darkness
Alone in this maze by the light of a flame
These cold and tortuous galleries
Centuries of history, hidden in the dark
When you meet other lost souls
Like you here, sovereigns under Paris
Nostalgia in the stone of the people from underground

As the master of the place, I walk in the quarries
Yeah, in the bowels of the city of light

The buddies in Byzantium, no one in the ossuaries
Crash at the Vedège, detour through Philibert
I'll end my life hiding in the quarries