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Lord Gallery

by Lord Gallery

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1.
Intro 01:41
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2.
Lord Gallery 03:30
If your soul is heavier than a feather on the balance of the last judgment The Lord Gallery will pursue you forever in the marsh, by his side, you will wander It’s a fallen soul for eternity Fear the Lord Gallery Intended to wander in the obscurity Fear the Lord Gallery You’ll have to find refuge in front of a cross to atone for your faults or you will cause your loss Then the Lord will surprise you and your soul will be his if you do not find a cross It’s a fallen soul for eternity Fear the Lord Gallery Intended to wander in the obscurity Fear the Lord Gallery God condemns you to wander in the immensity of the marsh With his pack of howling dogs, in search of lost souls It’s a fallen soul for eternity Fear the Lord Gallery Intended to wander in the obscurity Fear the Lord Gallery
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Thirty two men shot, thirty two flayed men Lie by the river before being skinned The Vendean’s blood flows in the streets of Angers For the blues’s pleasure, to tanners from Pont de Cé Men’s skin to make drums out of them and kid’s skin to turn them into lampshades Men’s skin to make drums out of them and kid’s skin to turn them into lampshades They glorified women’s skin for their incredible finesse They’d rip their butts off for their happiness That bastard Robespierre, the worst of torturers, Always right in his boots, leather were his knickers Men’s skin to make drums out of them and kid’s skin to turn them into lampshades Men’s skin to make drums out of them and kid’s skin to turn them into lampshades
4.
In a hamlet where the beauty of women reigned A dark beast, with black hair was prowling around Hungry by the flesh with pleasant shapes Lighting the smell of youth and innocence Running by the river and through the forest Devoring those who went astray alone Fighting the beauty killer Father Martin, deliver us from the beast this day Fighting the beauty killer Father Martin, deliver us from the beast this day The churchmen who tried to exorcise the beast all failed, cause they were marked with sins Only a pure man could break the spell and tame this creature to get it out of hell Five nights and five days without a sin and praying all alone Fighting the beauty killer Father Martin, deliver us from the beast this day Fighting the beauty killer Father Martin, deliver us from the beast this day By the sign of the cross, no more pretty faces By the sign of the cross, take away the beauty By the sign of the cross, no more pretty faces By the sign of the cross, take away the beauty The ladies asked the old man who had mastered the beast Father Martin, since when are you the shepherd of the devil ? Another sign to end the terror The beast will be turn into stone A new curse will strike the girls Taking away their beauty forever Fighting the beauty killer Father Martin, deliver us from the beast this day Fighting the beauty killer Father Martin, deliver us from the beast this day
5.
There were thousands of us to exchanging us our fevers in our prison cells where we were living hell Typhus was killing us, the smell was unbearable Madness seized our souls and we screamed like dogs Where are the men who heal ? Where are the men who pray ? Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way ? Where are the men who heal ? Where are the men who pray ? Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way ? We were the soldiers of God fearing neither hunger nor cold We were strong and courageous with the Vendean people with us Today we are rats in cage, where the sound of bars is our only silence, where disease is our only cure, and suffering our only pleasure Where are the men who heal ? Where are the men who pray ? Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way ? Where are the men who heal ? Where are the men who pray ? Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way ? Every day I approach the final sentence when I will be executed without penance Tomorrow I’m going to die and I’ll wait for noon like a proud Vendean to be shot under the moon Where are the men who heal ? Where are the men who pray ? Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way ? Where are the men who heal ? Where are the men who pray ? Where are the men who are fighting when we die on the way ?
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I’m walking away from you every day a little more We are some few, and the fight is killing us more than ever I’m writing to tell you that our campaign will remain free Their uniforms are blue, tomorrow their sky will be grey Every day I imagine coming back to you Then I pray, my Lord, let it be true I’ll choose my destiny In the blood and the pain, in the obscurity Every day I imagine coming back to you Then I pray, my Lord, let it be true I’ll choose my destiny In the blood and the pain, in the obscurity
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We waddle on the scene dressed in leather proliferating insanities Breaking our neck for the divinities of rock’n’roll wake up We honor the stage monsters that made us dream so much Monsters of the scenes, virtuosos, heavy guitars, endless solos, thundering drums Bastard heavy metal, bastard Bastard heavy metal Bastard heavy metal, bastard Bastard heavy metal This music makes me so hard that my wife wants to complain She’s right, I do not have the solution, it’s the disorder in my brain I ‘ll continue to listen to rock legends until I die I ‘ll continue to listen to rock legends until I die Bastard heavy metal, bastard Bastard heavy metal Bastard heavy metal, bastard Bastard heavy metal

credits

released September 11, 2021

Le Lord, Fabien : Vocals, Guitar
Le Roy, Titi : Guitar
Le Nécromancien, Vincent : Bass
Le Bourreau, Sergeï : Drums

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Bryan Rondeau / Balls on Fire Records
Cover art by Héloïse Merlin
Produced by Cursed Ritual Records

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Lord Gallery Palluau, France

N'en faisant qu'à sa tête, il a tué sa proie, et récolté son châtiment : toutes les nuits, pour l'éternité, il doit chevaucher dans les airs, à la tête d'une chasse diabolique.
C'est Gallery le damné, bien justement condamné !

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