berserk's word (tout est en anglais, j'y peux rien)

à contenir, toujours...

Dark was the light
While fury'd gone
Left was no fight
Just flesh and bone

Smell of blood
I'm so tired

empty

My look fells and hier's
Under carmine crown
Those eyes full of tears
He stirved crying down

Piece of cold flesh
Under each step, death

So sad
Again, I went mad.

un p'ti brun de folie, l'effet cocotte minute
express yourself !