Apocalypse from Apocalypse by Mercibo

Apocalypse

Sky is blue and bold over the fence smoke is dense the air is cold.
Your first guitar chord pierce winter silence your black nails dance on the fretboard.
Your rock lets me forget a month's stay Will I ever get away ? Will I ever be free ?
Face to face
we begin to sing
the Earth stops turning at your right hand's pace.
You're leaving on Monday an enigmatic soul painting strange scenes
You're leaving on Monday taking fragments of me within your six-string dreams
You're leaving on Monday our voices will forever linger on in the hidden realms
You're leaving on Monday but it's better like this
it seems
J’avance seule dans les clameurs ivres Et vaporeuses de la nuit. Je livre Mon coeur aux morsures négatives Des températures sur les rives
De l’hiver (x4)
Je me foutrais en l’air
Pour voir s’esquisser au détour des vents Ton sourire débonnaire.

Tes cheveux chocolat menthe Virevoltant dans la tourmente
Du levant (x3)
Together we find our way our soul is uprising soon, centuries of suffering whisper away.
You say : Today
is the apocalypse You, messiah with pale lips with your face of clay.
Our demons bloom
in the ashes of our cigarette spectators of our duet
in the smoke-filled room.
In a cosmic grace,
Our two hearts are joining And shadows are emerging From space
What we share
is a haunting dream it's in our bloodstream And I found it there.
We stand by
swaying on the edge of the world meteors fall, hurled
in the fiery sky.
You hold my hand with you I fear not death I take a deep breath this is the end.

• Alternative
• Ambient
• dark ambient
• electronic
• Paris