Streets of Paris

Frédéric Glorieux, Selfie on emergency shroud — Avatar en suaire de survie [via Flickr, CC BY-SA 2.0] "Quand des fanatiques m’auront tué, ma tête s’imprimera sur le suaire de survie, pour l’éternité."

Music and Lyrics by Paul Maylone

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Lyrics

You will turn me into fire,
You will turn me into war,
I will give my life as openly as so many before.
In my worship of you, paradise is sacrifice;
When entering the gate, both are one and the same.
I will soldier for you now.

They have turned to idolatry,
They have turned as infidels,
Commanded simply in the ways that they are slaves to hell.
In our worship of you, only we the righteous see
And enter through the gate. We are prophecy
And we soldier for you now.

To bring your justice of horrible beauty,
Love in the highest most fundamental.
It’s the greatest thing I’ll ever do when done.

We are in the streets of Paris,
I can feel you in my gun,
Oh the glory of you in the face and fate about to come.
In my worship of you we have seen this day between
The wicked and the faith. Here it comes at last.
I soldier for your will.

I don’t find the architecture
Or the art in foreign stone.
I don’t find the souls surrounding me so no pity is known.
How I’ve worshiped you and longed for you this moment through
The passion of my faith. Here we are at last.
I will hold you now and kill

And bring your justice of horrible beauty,
Love in the highest most fundamental.
It’s the greatest thing I’ll ever do when done.