Battle Of Britain Memorial - Cum tacent clamant lyrics

Paris, distant lie, distant crowd, tell me If I can live without the spite kept inside me Stealers, you won't have my own garden of delights But I can't try to fight against alone Fear with all the lights, since when do I fear the lights? Since I cannot speak with my own lips, since I'm a pawn (among this muck) Gears of joy to care about lie on the floor throughout you break the gate down There's no one you care about, there's no chance to get away Gears of joy to care about lie on the floor throughout you shoot at yourself You will end up in paradise, I will make bloodshed as God I count "one, two… oh three", oh there're too many of these pitiful pets In this world-weary life Gears of joy to care about lie on the floor throughout you break the gate down Gears of joy to care about lie on the floor throughout you crush it The gears of life You'll care about your close fall The shredding will come, and will destroy their ignorance And thus I will smile The shredding will come, it will be a wonderful day The day I will speak at last