Lyrics: Jimmy Lemire-Collins
Music: Kevin Bergeron
Cruel, cold, evil hours
Stripping us from what is ours
Leading us all to be slaughtered
Rich, poor, sons and daughters
Soldiers of the reaper
Carrying us to eternal slumber
Shovels digging deeper
Patiently waiting to put us under
They never sleep, they never tire
Dancing flame slowly dying
The candle's melting as I'm breathing
My own two lungs suffocating
In the end, we are nothing
Chacune d'elles te rappelle
Que la dernière est mortelle
Dancing flame slowly dying
The candle's melting as I'm breathing
My own two lungs suffocating
Toutes blessent, la dernière tue
Time’s up