Requiem
In Extremo Lyrics


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Or out les Jaulx amans le bout
Et les dames print la vollée
C'est le droit loyer qu'amours
Toute Joy y est viollée

David le roy, sage prophetes
Crainte de Dieu en oublia
Voyant laver cuisses bien faites
Bien est eureux qui riens n'ya

Quelque doulx baiser n'acollée
De chiens d'oyseaulx, d'armes, d'amours
Chascun le dit à la vollée
Pour ung plaisir mille doulours

David le roy, sage prophetes
Crainte de Dieu en oublia




Voyant laver cuisses bien faites
Bien est eureux qui riens n'ya

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of In Extremo's song, Requiem, contain medieval French and Latin phrases that convey a deep sense of melancholy and longing. The first stanza, "Or out les Jaulx amans le bout / Et les dames print la vollée / C'est le droit loyer qu'amours / Toute Joy y est viollée," can be translated as "Now the amorous jay is out of reach / And the ladies take flight / It's the rightful reward of love / All joy is foiled." This stanza speaks of the fleeting nature of love and how joy is always followed by disappointment.


The second stanza, "David le roy, sage prophetes / Crainte de Dieu en oublia / Voyant laver cuisses bien faites / Bien est heureux qui rien n'ya," can be translated as "David the king, wise prophet / Forgot the fear of God / Seeing well-formed thighs washing / Happy is he who has nothing." This stanza speaks of the human obsession with physical beauty and how it can distract us from our spiritual path.


The repetition of the second stanza emphasizes the theme of forgetfulness and how easy it is to be swayed by our base desires. The overall message of the song seems to be a cautionary one about the dangers of attachment and the fleeting nature of joy.


Line by Line Meaning

Or out les Jaulx amans le bout
The end has come for the lovers of the Jaulx


Et les dames print la vollée
And the ladies take flight


C'est le droit loyer qu'amours
Love's rightful wage


Toute Joy y est viollée
All joy is violated


David le roy, sage prophetes
David, the wise prophet and king


Crainte de Dieu en oublia
Forgot the fear of God


Voyant laver cuisses bien faites
Seeing a well-formed thigh washed


Bien est eureux qui riens n'ya
Happy is the one who has nothing


Quelque doulx baiser n'acollée
Some sweet kiss that is not embraced


De chiens d'oyseaulx, d'armes, d'amours
Of dogs, birds, weapons, and love


Chascun le dit à la vollée
Everyone says it at once


Pour ung plaisir mille doulours
For one pleasure, a thousand pains




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