The Soulcleaner Lyrics

With a slow gesture, I dress myself with the reddish colours of the twilight,
Just before the moment where I’ll see burn the whole leaves that are heming these fields.

Summer was warm and vibrating..

All along of this cohort of furrows, the dead seeds are hiding themselves. Under the plants that’re trying to flee us by rooting into the skies.

My bare feet are creeping into this warm ground but I can’t find, can’t feel, can’t play with their silent bodies.

Why can’t I be back into this obscure womb in order to begin everything, once again?

My bed’s under a gigantic cathedral. A cathedral who’s humming, vibrating and slowly moving..
..and I’m seeing them..

During the heat of my plays, I ran and I embraced but during all of these times, it grew inside me.
Its long and lurid leaves gradually covered my organs.

On the furrows of fields,
like a wind filled with rememberings,
My hope is flying away….with my so vain illusions..

Their faces are like the blades of grass, they’re surrounding me and the water that flow (away) is scaring.

Why I didn’t mind to the tormented voice of my soul?
Why I didn’t hear anything at all?

The twilight like a torn cloak, holding a skull in my hand while I’m guarding by the supple, silent feet of a lion, I’ll re-ascend the road to undo what you have done and what you will become!

On the furrows of fields,
like a wind filled with rememberings,
My hope is flying away….with my so vain illusions..

On the furrows of fields,
like a wind filled with rememberings,
My suffering finally is dispersed!

At the end of my summer while holding his hand,

At the end of my summer while holding his hand,

..I’m going back home.