Tristesse lyrics

Artist  : Danse Macabre 
Song : Tristesse



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"® Writing poetry in the fields of Bretagne
¯ expresses a wish that never
happened. The
sentence came to me when being on tour with my
band. We were
crossing the land of Bretagne
and the landscape with it's woods and
menhirs
seemed so inviting. Visions of Celtic
traditions and legends immediately came
to
mind and the unreachable within reach. Due
to a busy schedule it was impossible
to stop
and really taste the atmosphere. It always has
been my experience that
events that ALMOST
took place are the most inspiring for reality had
no grip on
the whole. This way a strange kind
of magic, a dreamworld even, can
remain
intact."

Blood red skies like a
messenger of doom
Skeletons on parade in
villages on fire
Divine maidens suffering from
the plague
Apocalypse my friend put these
cities into dust

Dust on coffin
lits
Tales never told
Citizens living in
cages of glass
Writing poetry in the fields of
bretagne
But hear the cries of a distant
battle

Cardinals in decay and Gods who
failed everywhere
Nero's fiddle distuned, Rome
into flames

With wings wide spread I wish
to fly
Like an eagle embracing the
sky
Dying during a final flight
Oh deliver
me from life

Plundering savages drunk with
bloodlust
Knights in armour now long
vanished

Jesters holding the
crown
Noblesse fading away
Noblesses
fading

Blood red skies like a messenger of
doom
Skeletons on parade in villages on
fire
Divine maidens suffering from the
plague
Apocalypse my friend put these cities
into dust

Dust on coffin lits
Tales
never told
Citizens living in cages of
glass

Writing poetry in the fields of
Bretagne
But hear the cries of a distant
battle

Cardinals in decay
Gods who
failed everywhere
Gods who
failed...
TRISTESSE!