When comes the end …Aliénor Samuel-Hervé Charrie the sorrows, dead the joy,
My heart is bleeding, I do not know why, I hear songs, like prayers,
My soul is wandering, breaking ranks. Breathe in the air, at the top of your lungs, The powder, the flesh, the illusions, From a just cause, which we defend, Heaps of rotting muscles. The end is near, sounds the knell, Death or prison, glory and death, Hope is extinguished, the spirit is indignant, Towards the bodies a last sign. Run everywhere the rain, the rats, Tombs and misery, more soldiers, The dark horizon of a large cemetery, It’s hell, swarming shadows.