The Soulcleaner - Xaon

With a slow gesture, I dress myself with the reddish colours of the twilight

Just before the moment where I’ll see burn the whole leaves that are heming

these fields

Summer was warm and vibrating

All along of this cohort of furrows, the dead seeds are hiding themselves

Under the plants that’re trying to flee us by rooting into the skies

My bare feet are creeping into this warm ground but I can’t find, can’t feel,

can’t play with their silent bodies

Why can’t I be back into this obscure womb in order to begin everything,

once again?

My bed’s under a gigantic cathedral

A cathedral who’s humming, vibrating and slowly moving

And I’m seeing them

During the heat of my plays, I ran and I embraced but during all of these times,

it grew inside me

Its long and lurid leaves gradually covered my organs

On the furrows of fields

Like a wind filled with rememberings

My hope is flying away… with my so vain illusions

Their faces are like the blades of grass, they’re surrounding me and the water

that flow (away) is scaring

Why I didn’t mind to the tormented voice of my soul?

Why I didn’t hear anything at all?

The twilight like a torn cloak, holding a skull in my hand while I’m guarding

by the supple, silent feet of a lion, I’ll re-ascend the road to undo what you

have done and what you will become

On the furrows of fields

Like a wind filled with rememberings

My hope is flying away… with my so vain illusions

On the furrows of fields

Like a wind filled with rememberings

My suffering finally is dispersed

At the end of my summer while holding his hand

At the end of my summer while holding his hand

I’m going back home