L'Enfer Froid lyrics by Belenos. Mornes étendues, froides contrées Sous le tumulte hivernal Le vent coupant hurle haut Contre les crêtes acérées Vers la grève...
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Mornes étendues, froides contrées
Sous le tumulte hivernal
Le vent coupant hurle haut
Contre les crêtes acérées
Vers la grève où s'enfuit
L'astre apaisant des pays de la mort
Univers glacial de pluie, de brouillard
Malgré toute esquive
La mort viendra
Sans couleur, sans chaleur
Les chairs se meurent doucement
Sur les chemins de souffrance
Vers le Youdig dont l'odeur
Trahit l'humide profondeur
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