Lyric

Ah, it's so cold

A world without you is nothing but ice

The unforgiving rhythm of heavy boots striking the cobblestones

The scent of lilacs rising from my skin, drowned out by the mud

My sheer, soaked blouse clings to flesh trembling in terror

It isn't your burning hands dragging me so roughly

It is the cold, calloused grip of soldiers reeking of iron

Ah, Albert, please never realize

That I am shivering so wretchedly out here in the rain

Keep me as your perfect Solange, blooming in your bed

Lock that sweet, flawless memory deep within your chest

I don't want to die, I want to live

I want to sink my nails into your back just one more time

To hear the frantic beating of your heart, to breathe the sweat upon your skin

That blinding, brilliant heat that paints over my despair with madness

Before this freezing rain completely turns my blood to ice

I want to break apart in your arms, just one last time

The suffocating dark of the Conciergerie, the isolation on damp straw

The words of death they handed down weigh as heavy as lead

But my mind is still tangled in last night's sheets

Counting the feverish sighs that escaped your lips

Deeper, much deeper than the crushing terror of the blade aiming for my neck

Ah, Albert, please never weep

Even when you see my corpse carried into your laboratory tomorrow

At the end of your noble quest, your cruel and beautiful justice

Even if you find me covered in blood, please, do not lose your mind

I want to live, to live and love you over and over again

The wooden steps up to the guillotine are so terribly high

The starving mockery of the crowd tears at my ears

But all I can hear are your sweet, breathless moans

Before the shadow of the Revolution cleaves this body in two

I want to devour your lips, just one last time

The red cart violently sways through a tempest of screams

The executioner's freezing hands shear the hair from the nape of my neck

No, don't touch me, this skin belongs only to him!

The giant blade looming above is the theater's cold spotlight

The moment it falls, I will abandon this flesh

I will wring out every drop of my life to crawl back to you!

(Cello Solo)

Now, receive it, Albert

At the bottom of the dark burlap sack, though smeared with blood and mud

The last lukewarm trace of life I left behind

The desperate tremble of these lips, still holding onto their heat

Upon your fingertips, like an eternal curse

My love, my obsession, carried on my final kiss

Albert

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