Everything Bleeds
Jeanne d'Arc, Jeanne d'Arc
Your mothers are many, everything bleeds
Nor have they heard the netherworld move its lips
You haven't heard a word, you haven't heard a word
It's the emptiness, everything is from within
Afraid to die you are
Don't receive the sword, don't receive the sword
Everything bleeds, the branches bleed
Between your cold mouths
They will throw your ashes over the Seine
Ashes over the Seine
Like a funeral veil
Ashes over the Seine
Jeanne d'Arc, Jeanne d'Arc
Don't believe your visions
Everything you given a name is already lost
Don't receive the white armour
There is nothing to defend
Don't bow down for the kings
All the blood, all the blood
Yes, you will be betrayed
So much blood, the stones are cold
You hear no voices, you hear no voices
They will bathe up your sword to bloody bronze
And hang as an oath in the catacombs
You haven't heard a word, you haven't heard a word
It's the emptiness, everything is from within
Afraid to die you are
Don't believe, don't believe
The saints are dead people, no pointed crowns
They will throw your ashes over the Seine
Like a funeral veil
Like a funeral veil
Everything bleeds, everything bleeds
Untie your dress, everything bleeds
And open up your protected room
With two fingers, everything bleeds
Everything bleeds, everything bleeds
Untie your dress, everything bleeds
And open up your protected room
With two fingers, everything bleeds
Todo Sangra
Jeanne d'Arc, Jeanne d'Arc
Tus madres son muchas, todo sangra
Ni han escuchado al inframundo mover sus labios
No has escuchado una palabra, no has escuchado una palabra
Es el vacío, todo viene de adentro
Tienes miedo de morir
No recibas la espada, no recibas la espada
Todo sangra, las ramas sangran
Entre tus bocas frías
Arrojarán tus cenizas sobre el Sena
Cenizas sobre el Sena
Como un velo fúnebre
Cenizas sobre el Sena
Jeanne d'Arc, Jeanne d'Arc
No creas en tus visiones
Todo lo que has nombrado ya está perdido
No recibas la armadura blanca
No hay nada que defender
No te inclines ante los reyes
Toda la sangre, toda la sangre
Sí, serás traicionada
Tanta sangre, las piedras están frías
No escuchas voces, no escuchas voces
Bañarán tu espada en bronce ensangrentado
Y colgarán como un juramento en las catacumbas
No has escuchado una palabra, no has escuchado una palabra
Es el vacío, todo viene de adentro
Tienes miedo de morir
No creas, no creas
Los santos son gente muerta, sin coronas puntiagudas
Arrojarán tus cenizas sobre el Sena
Como un velo fúnebre
Como un velo fúnebre
Todo sangra, todo sangra
Desata tu vestido, todo sangra
Y abre tu habitación protegida
Con dos dedos, todo sangra
Todo sangra, todo sangra
Desata tu vestido, todo sangra
Y abre tu habitación protegida
Con dos dedos, todo sangra