Paroles de Ours The Grave

Habit rules the Hearts of all men Confining force Past to future Nothing as sure As a man's heart Bound in his ways Slavery Wandering the tracks Of blind custom Men are not free Enslaved Part of the herd Bleating its song Bound by the past All futures set Cast off the chains that confine Set free of custom that binds To be reborn one must pledge Murder of who one once was Part of the herd To be reborn we must Bleating its song Pledge to murder ourselves