Fils de Cham
Tété
Son of Ham
While at the edge of nothingness
Together, they scream in the middle
Clouds of so-called hunchbacks
Let’s drink to the Moors and the tombs
In the distance, the moans of the damned
Rise like a cable car
My friend, the branches have withered
Let’s drink to the dance of phantoms
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Let the rain come, my friend
Let the hail fall
I bend but never forget me
At the hour when beneath the bark
Strength fails (c-cling baby)
Here he is, there he is
My opinion
There’s my philosophy
At the hour when beneath the bark
Strength fails (c-cling baby)
Son of Ham
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The empire seems struck dumb
Doesn’t know what to do with all this turmoil
Act 2: The age of terror
Or the time of everyone for themselves
The dance of the damned has begun
Tickets on sale at your doorstep
"Sons of Ham sing of misery
And other tales from the edge"
CHORUS
It’s not about, gentlemen
Killing or looting at will
Changing the world
If possible
Softening it
If only to not be its scum...
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