[Jeanne Weber: France, 1908]

Behind this cold walls still I struggle
Here, in my torn heart
As I watch at the spiders creeping the stones
I hope that this burden will disappear
Remembering horrible acts

Laissez moi protéger
Le secret qui envelope
L'âme des mes maines…

Or horrible dreams?

Que l'architecture de la doux mort aux profound spasmes commence!
Ulcère de cette enfantin beauté
J'orchestre la danse avec ton corp désarticulée, une paradisiaque decadence!

Mine is this sublime art of strangulation
A warm exercise of moribund pressure
My love and my hands all around your throat
For your cold embrace only I'll warm
I, her majesty Ogress
Her majesty Death

Ulcère de cette enfantin beauté
Mutilation de ton coeur
Vide yeux pleurent sang
Sur le visage tuméfié

So I will keep the secret of your stolen breath
Clutching, still clutching, with severe fingers, clutching!
And with an empty stare I guide your steps
In the dark land of the untimely death

For it's like to recreate peace of mind
For it's like to recreate the silence of the uterine asphyxia
For it's like to recreate inside, the lost passion for a deformed body
For it's like to recreate the love, the pain, eternally united…
What have I done?
Sweet innocent children…
Time heals… nothing!

Please give me again an illusion of sanity
'Cause it is gone too far
If my world was nothing more than this
I'll better kill myself
With my own hands

Laissez moi protéger
Le secret de ton soufflle
Dans la mort unie avec le mien…

In death, united with me…

Mine is this sublime art of strangulation
A warm exercise of moribund pressure
My shame and my hands all around my throat
For my cold embrace nobody will warm
I, her majesty Ogress
Her majesty Death

Ma gorge déchiré
Avec cettes ongles d'Orchesse
Une victime immolée
Dans la crypte du suicide.

[Music by Imajes&Antarktica]
[Lyrics by Animæ]