Examination of Conscience at Midnight
The clock striking midnight
Ironically invites us
To call to mind what use we made
Of the day that is fleeing:
— Today, a fateful date,
Friday the thirteenth we have
In spite of everything we know
Lived the life of a heretic;
We have blasphemed Jesus,
The one God one cannot deny!
Like a parasite at the table
Of some monstrous Croesus,
We have, to please the brute,
Worthy vassal of the Demons,
Hurled insults at that which we love
And flattered what repulses us.
Servile hangman, we have saddened
The weak man, wrongfully despised,
Saluted enormous Folly,
Folly with the brow of a bull;
Kissed with great devotion
Stupid and unfeeling Matter
And bestowed our blessing on
The wan light of putrefaction;
Finally we have, to drown
Vertigo in delirium,
We, the proud priest of the Lyre,
Whose glory is to show
The rapture of sorrowful things,
Drunk without thirst, eaten without hunger!
— Quickly let us snuff out the lamp,
So we may hide in the darkness!
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L'Examen de minuit
La pendule, sonnant minuit,
Ironiquement nous engage
À nous rappeler quel usage
Nous fîmes du jour qui s'enfuit:
— Aujourd'hui, date fatidique,
Vendredi, treize, nous avons,
Malgré tout ce que nous savons,
Mené le train d'un hérétique.
Nous avons blasphémé Jésus,
Des Dieux le plus incontestable!
Comme un parasite à la table
De quelque monstrueux Crésus,
Nous avons, pour plaire à la brute,
Digne vassale des Démons,
Insulté ce que nous aimons
Et flatté ce qui nous rebute;
Contristé, servile bourreau,
Le faible qu'à tort on méprise;
Salué l'énorme Bêtise,
La Bêtise au front de taureau;
Baisé la stupide Matière
Avec grande dévotion,
Et de la putréfaction
Béni la blafarde lumière.
Enfin, nous avons, pour noyer
Le vertige clans le délire,
Nous, prêtre orgueilleux de la Lyre,
Dont la gloire est de déployer
L'ivresse des choses funèbres,
Bu sans soif et mangé sans faim!...
— Vite soufflons la lampe, afin
De nous cacher dans les ténèbres!
The clock striking midnight
Ironically invites us
To call to mind what use we made
Of the day that is fleeing:
— Today, a fateful date,
Friday the thirteenth we have
In spite of everything we know
Lived the life of a heretic;
We have blasphemed Jesus,
The one God one cannot deny!
Like a parasite at the table
Of some monstrous Croesus,
We have, to please the brute,
Worthy vassal of the Demons,
Hurled insults at that which we love
And flattered what repulses us.
Servile hangman, we have saddened
The weak man, wrongfully despised,
Saluted enormous Folly,
Folly with the brow of a bull;
Kissed with great devotion
Stupid and unfeeling Matter
And bestowed our blessing on
The wan light of putrefaction;
Finally we have, to drown
Vertigo in delirium,
We, the proud priest of the Lyre,
Whose glory is to show
The rapture of sorrowful things,
Drunk without thirst, eaten without hunger!
— Quickly let us snuff out the lamp,
So we may hide in the darkness!
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L'Examen de minuit
La pendule, sonnant minuit,
Ironiquement nous engage
À nous rappeler quel usage
Nous fîmes du jour qui s'enfuit:
— Aujourd'hui, date fatidique,
Vendredi, treize, nous avons,
Malgré tout ce que nous savons,
Mené le train d'un hérétique.
Nous avons blasphémé Jésus,
Des Dieux le plus incontestable!
Comme un parasite à la table
De quelque monstrueux Crésus,
Nous avons, pour plaire à la brute,
Digne vassale des Démons,
Insulté ce que nous aimons
Et flatté ce qui nous rebute;
Contristé, servile bourreau,
Le faible qu'à tort on méprise;
Salué l'énorme Bêtise,
La Bêtise au front de taureau;
Baisé la stupide Matière
Avec grande dévotion,
Et de la putréfaction
Béni la blafarde lumière.
Enfin, nous avons, pour noyer
Le vertige clans le délire,
Nous, prêtre orgueilleux de la Lyre,
Dont la gloire est de déployer
L'ivresse des choses funèbres,
Bu sans soif et mangé sans faim!...
— Vite soufflons la lampe, afin
De nous cacher dans les ténèbres!
My brother's not a werewolf
though it often looks that way.
He has to shave his whiskers
almost every single day.
His feet are getting furry
and his hands are sprouting hair.
His voice is deep and growling
like a grumpy grizzly bear.
He often sleeps throughout the day
and stays up half the night.
And if you saw the way he eats
you'd surely scream in fright.
His clothes are ripped and dirty
like the stuff a werewolf wears.
His socks and shirts are shredded
and his pants have countless tears.
If you should ever meet him
you'll discover what I mean.
My brother's not a werewolf;
he's just turning seventeen.
though it often looks that way.
He has to shave his whiskers
almost every single day.
His feet are getting furry
and his hands are sprouting hair.
His voice is deep and growling
like a grumpy grizzly bear.
He often sleeps throughout the day
and stays up half the night.
And if you saw the way he eats
you'd surely scream in fright.
His clothes are ripped and dirty
like the stuff a werewolf wears.
His socks and shirts are shredded
and his pants have countless tears.
If you should ever meet him
you'll discover what I mean.
My brother's not a werewolf;
he's just turning seventeen.
I'm sorry for all of the fights,
and for all of the lonely nights,
I'm sorry for the thoughts that made you crash,
and I'm sorry for all of the times that I stopped your laugh,
Now we can't talk
There's no way we can be,
I'm sorry for making you fall in love with me.
Now I live through dark days,
And I sleep through cold nights,
wishing one treated the other right.
It should have been me,
but it could have been you,
The first one to take back words of ice.
But now as i think,
Back to endless days of our youth,
Me and you,
Well the thought is so nice.
and for all of the lonely nights,
I'm sorry for the thoughts that made you crash,
and I'm sorry for all of the times that I stopped your laugh,
Now we can't talk
There's no way we can be,
I'm sorry for making you fall in love with me.
Now I live through dark days,
And I sleep through cold nights,
wishing one treated the other right.
It should have been me,
but it could have been you,
The first one to take back words of ice.
But now as i think,
Back to endless days of our youth,
Me and you,
Well the thought is so nice.
Sky so black
You want me,
I’m never coming back,
You hit,
You cut,
I scream,
I cry,
No matter how bad,
You always lie.
I die,
You don’t cry,
You never did,
You never will.
Don’t cry,
When I die,
‘Cause every time it was a lie.
All I have to say is,
goodbye
its my turn to die,
i may hate you,
but i love you,
i'm a descrase,
i've had enough,
youre on your own,
forget about the one you left alone,
you lie to much,
forget about the one you loved.
the world once used to be calm
the world now is loud
the world is mad
once i loved
now i hate
dont know why
lions once slept with lambs
now they eat them all the time
this is not a lie
kids once were loved
now there hated
parents abusing
love once went on
then it stopped
people stopped loveing people
people once wanted to live
now they want to die
with a knife
actors once were kind
now most are mean
we all changed suddently
once people hugged with smiles
now they hurt with smiles on there ugly face
what has happend to all of us in this world
we all once lived happily till the world went loud
the world now is loud
the world is mad
once i loved
now i hate
dont know why
lions once slept with lambs
now they eat them all the time
this is not a lie
kids once were loved
now there hated
parents abusing
love once went on
then it stopped
people stopped loveing people
people once wanted to live
now they want to die
with a knife
actors once were kind
now most are mean
we all changed suddently
once people hugged with smiles
now they hurt with smiles on there ugly face
what has happend to all of us in this world
we all once lived happily till the world went loud
Ye, Lord let the fragrance of flowers
Mix in blowing breeze
Make the shade of trees even cooler
To give traveler much more peace
Let the trees go even wider and taller
To save the earth from burning heat
Make the smell of soil so sweet
That the countrymen live to die for their country
Let the sun shine even brightly
To make corn fields look like gold
Lord make the sky even wider
To save us from every harm
Let the moonlight spread around
Let the beauty make us a bit warm
Oh Lord above all, Give us a willing heart
Lord, let us be your part….. your part
Mix in blowing breeze
Make the shade of trees even cooler
To give traveler much more peace
Let the trees go even wider and taller
To save the earth from burning heat
Make the smell of soil so sweet
That the countrymen live to die for their country
Let the sun shine even brightly
To make corn fields look like gold
Lord make the sky even wider
To save us from every harm
Let the moonlight spread around
Let the beauty make us a bit warm
Oh Lord above all, Give us a willing heart
Lord, let us be your part….. your part