All are doomed to burn.
Love feeds the flames.
Days of endless pains.
And the smoke takes each in turn.
All are doomed to rust.
Time destroys our lives.
Nights cuts like knives.
And the wind carries away the dust.
All are doomed to love.
All are doomed to die.
Tonight bring the black tomb.
For even the most high.
Even those in this room.
Cannot pretend to fly.
And I know.
Even you.
Even I.
Must die.
[On commence toutes les taches par une priere...that's what I've been taught...mais j'y crois pas qu'ils parlaient de cette type de priere qu'en pensez vous? niak niak well found this in one of Pike's books pfff can't remember the title.. merde I modified it a bit though anyway it's one of my favourite poems =)]
Love feeds the flames.
Days of endless pains.
And the smoke takes each in turn.
All are doomed to rust.
Time destroys our lives.
Nights cuts like knives.
And the wind carries away the dust.
All are doomed to love.
All are doomed to die.
Tonight bring the black tomb.
For even the most high.
Even those in this room.
Cannot pretend to fly.
And I know.
Even you.
Even I.
Must die.
[On commence toutes les taches par une priere...that's what I've been taught...mais j'y crois pas qu'ils parlaient de cette type de priere qu'en pensez vous? niak niak well found this in one of Pike's books pfff can't remember the title.. merde I modified it a bit though anyway it's one of my favourite poems =)]
