Vanguard

(Vaine Guerre traduit en anglais par Peter O'Neill)

Vanguard

Trembling
With the sound of thunder
This town
To the four winds

In this place
It's just pain
In the eye of the storm
All I can see
Are long tears

In the clear sky
Which calms me
There is however
No pardon nor reprieve

Only the decor
Expelling the known
The intimate storm