Sickness born with life
She is careful and patient shadow
Man's faithful enemy
Unceasingly transformed, rebaptizedBehind a different mask
I know it's always the same face,
Always the same eyes greedy for agony
Always the same compassionate ears
Listening to our moans,
To our heartbeats
Passive and disinterested
Like an infidel wife
This cold and wet mouth
Will give us the very last kissDeath is red
For those who experience her tormentsBound to death like a daughter to her mother
She gives her mass graves overflowing
Of sketched life, of projects and hopesWhat's good to see her so active
Abandoned, in the arms of another plague
Humanity slowly disappears
Someone prays, some others cryWhat's good to see her so active
