Scars of Chaos — The Last Prophet song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "The Last Prophet" by Scars of Chaos.
Lyrics
Il m’est apparu dans sa splendeur informe
Fouissant mon corps, faisant bouillir mon sang
Célébrant la folie de mon esprit difforme
Comme je maudissais leur regard méprisant
You will walk among a humanity to born
Carrying the light in your hand wide opened
You will show a path filled with thorns
Followed with the smell of flesh burned
Il me disait détenir la vérité en moi
Que ses mots par ma bouche exprimeraient l’effroi
Le vide sombre à l’endroit de leur âme
Qu’ils rempliraient par la froideur d’une lame
You will walk? flesh burned
Dans cette voie / Pour ces lois / Mes enfants / S? avancent
En cette croix / Pour ce roi / Vous laisserez / Vous torturer
Elevé / Miraculé / Immaculé / Ressuscité
Déchéance / Décadence / Vous croyant / Ses descendants
Processions et dévotions, les mains jointes en adoration
Le salut acheté dans une aberrante démonstration
A travers le sacrifice hérité d? une divine incarnation
Adepte d? un veau de sang et d? une exquise mutilation
Marchez, mon bétail
Et disparaissez dans un immense troupeau
Stupide et amorphe, sans yeux et sans conscience
Buvez mon vin, et portez les stigmates de la débauche
Dans ses vapeurs empoisonnées
De la vision de mon omniscience
Il a disparu dans son infâme douleur
Alors que l’Histoire annonçait mon sacre
Ainsi que ma folie annonçait la leur
Et de la chair brûle l’odeur acre
You will walk? flesh burned
Lyrics translation
He appeared to me in his shapeless splendor
Digging my body, boiling my blood
Celebrating the madness of my misshapen mind
How I cursed their contemptuous gaze
You will walk among a humanity to born
Carrying the light in your hand wide opened
You will show a path filled with thorns
Followed with the smell of flesh burned
He told me to hold the truth in me
That his words through my mouth would express fear
The dark void in the place of their soul
That they would fill with the coldness of a blade
You will walk? flesh burned
In this way / for these laws / my children / S? advance
In this cross / for this king / you will leave / torture yourself
Elevated / Miraculous / Immaculate / Resurrected
Decay / decadence / believing you / his descendants
Processions and devotions, hands joined in adoration
Salvation bought in an aberrant demonstration
Through the sacrifice inherited d? a divine incarnation
Follower d? a calf of blood and d? exquisite mutilation
Walk, my cattle
And disappear into a huge herd
Stupid and amorphous, without eyes and without consciousness
Drink my wine, and bear the stigma of debauchery
In its poisoned vapors
From the vision of my omniscience
He disappeared in his infamous pain
While History announced my sacred
As my madness announced theirs
And from the flesh burns the sour smell
You will walk? flesh burned