La page perso de Laurent Mahieux
How tonight life seems sad,
As stars shine upon me;
Crushed be my ennemies,
Still no joy fills my heart.
High atop mighty poles
Over the battlefield,
Proud in the strong night's wind
Fly my battle standards.
Moonbeams play with darkness,
Stretching wide the shadows,
Piercing leaves above me
With many steel needles.
From my hill I can hear
My army rejoicing
Warmed by both victory,
And the sweet taste of wine.
Might wine drown my sorrow,
So that I may find sleep ?
May the heat of the feast
Somehow warm up my soul ?
My life seems so empty,
And so void of purpose;
Now where is the glory,
That the war did promise ?
Why do I stand alone
Under an oak tree,
With sorrow in my heart
Where instead pride should be ?
Far too many questions
Plague both my heart and soul;
Again I shall not sleep,
Trying to know myself.
Why did I have to leave ?
Why would she let me leave ?
Why did we have to fight ?
Why did war let me live ?
I thought only battle
Would help my heart forget,
The glory of her smile,
The warmth of her body.
I lay waste of the world
Seeking only to cure,
So deep and dark a wound
That no one ever knew
That for me nor power
Nor glory, nor the cries
Of dying ennemies
Could make life worth living.
Bodies stacked on bodies,
A million crying souls,
Nothing makes my heart stir
Like the touch of her gaze.
I waged a thousand wars,
Built so great a kingdom,
Even the mighty gods
Speak my name with due fear:
Across burning deserts,
Over wall-stiff mountains,
Daring unknown waters,
I conquered to forget.
Lo! Memories won't fade,
Forget her I can not,
Could it be that she was
A curse sent by the Gods ?
I know it cannot be,
Curses cannot be made
To laugh like she did laugh
And dance like she did dance.
I believe I somehow
Made so great a mistake
That no power on Earth
In my stead could ammend.
Again borne on the wind,
Come the songs and laughter
From surviving soldiers
Enjoying victory.
Still, how sour in my mouth
Is the taste of glory,
When instead all I seek
Is forever denied.
Each woman of this world,
And that is all of them,
Who couldn't be her match,
Died impaled on a pole.
And now millions of such
Raise their ghastly burden
Toward the far heaven
Now darkened with ashes.
Since I will not know peace,
Why should others enjoy
Their most miserable life
While I fear even sleep ?
Oh Gods do hear my oath !
Never my arm will rest
While lives a single soul
More at peace than my own.
Again comes their laughter,
Won't they stop rejoicing,
When the world is aflame,
In the heat of my wrath ?
Now that they know the joy
Of final victory,
Let me teach them the pain
Of uttermost defeat.
Oh how they howl and cry,
As blazes my anger !
How they try to escape
The power of my grief !
Now the night is silent,
The smoke is borne away
No single soul alive
Is left to tell the tale.
I well know that the world
Perished because of me,
Still the guilt and sorrow
Will not make me forget.
Tears will not come to me
As I watch the smoke drift,
Nor will I feel sorry
In the stench of the dead.
However I do cry
Remembering her voice,
Tiny shards of crystal,
Warming my cold, cold heart.
Unshaded by memories
Of unspeakable deeds
Her picture in my mind
Shines in her full glory.
While I should wonder why
I laid waste on the world,
I keep on wondering
How we were drawn apart.
Our love had seemed so true,
Our bonds had seemed so strong,
Who could have ever guessed
Our love would grow bitter ?
The wind takes to moaning,
Is it crying for me,
Or does it grieve so loud
For untold millions dead ?
As I sit here thinking,
Now at least unhindered
I come to understand
The day it all ended.
I blindly fenced myself
And surely so she did,
So that we came to stand
Screened by thick walls of pride.
None of us would give up,
None of us would back out.
The walls did grow so thick,
Voices couldn't get through.
So unable to tell
Each other how we felt
We let our love perish
And with it went the world.