La Sentinelle

I sold my misery for a voice of submission
Deep inside me the sentinel
Could shine without exception
And the smiles were the same
Do we have the cry of the heart, the truth or the reason
Do you only hear the beast
And its answers to your questions

Is the fever
A crime of opinion
Was my pain
A vote of sanction
And the sentinel
Who finds answers to my questions
Could it be the beast
Could it be the beast
Or rather the oppression

My cry serves as silence
To the gravediggers of compassion
To the prudes of sufficiency
To the arsonists of unity

When a smile dies
From smiling too much at the opinion
To this pressure valve, this holy atele
I could still have said no

Is the fever
A crime of opinion
Was my pain
A vote of sanction
And the sentinel
Who finds answers to my questions
Could it be the beast
Could it be the beast
Or rather the oppression

Or rather the oppression

Or rather the oppression

Swallow your refrain
Swallow your sobs
Of love or of hate
Who will be blamed...

I had this war cry
Not as a false brother
But as nameless
I give my hand to hell,
Under your spitting,
My surrender

Is the fever
A crime of opinion
Was my pain
A vote of sanction
And the sentinel
Who finds answers to my questions
Could it be the beast
Could it be the beast
Or rather the oppression