Le Chatiment Du Traitre
Rome Lyrics


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To protest the moon
To protest the idea of sleep
To balance our calm and our urgency
To protest their notion of fraternity and race
I never masked my grief
So come show your face
Come out to breathe just for a while
And do not neglect your guile
Come home, come home, for the trials of rome.

Now you try to break free
With more courage than skill
And what worried me then
And worries me still
Is that you can't stab a king in the dark
And you need that initial spark to be pure
And you need to be sure of your shot
So bury me beneath their arenas
While the scent still lingers
This icy ring has turned my hand
So cold and so numb
Now it's time to bare the secrets you wear
At your throat and be gone

All tired and naked
I'd trade my gun for a blanket
And get some sleep tonight
To wear tomorrow's scars with pride
I can still smell it on you
The spell they put on you
For what has been repressed
Shall leak out through the cracks
Have you come to run astray with me?
Bound to know a few secrecies?
So nod your thanks to me
For these are the gifts that custom demands
Lemons and tea and a letter that grants
Freedom and obscurity

To protest the moon
To protest the idea of sleep
To balance our calm and our urgency
To protest their notions
Of fraternity and race
I never masked my grief
So come show your face
To protest the moon




To protest the idea of sleep
To balance our calm and our urgency…

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Rome's song "Le Chatiment Du Traitre" take on a protest tone right from the first line, "To protest the moon." The song goes on to express a general disillusionment with societal norms, manifested in phrases like "To protest their notion of fraternity and race." The singer seems to be calling on someone else to join this protest against the status quo, as evidenced by lines like "come show your face" and "have you come to run astray with me?"


However, the lyrics also contain a sense of resignation or defeat. The lines "And what worried me then and worries me still / Is that you can't stab a king in the dark" convey a sense of powerlessness against the structures of authority. The final verse also expresses a sense of exhaustion and weariness, with the singer wishing for sleep and noting that "what has been repressed / Shall leak out through the cracks."


Line by Line Meaning

To protest the moon
I resist the natural cycles of life and the influence of celestial bodies.


To protest the idea of sleep
I reject the concept of rest and surrendering control to the unconscious mind.


To balance our calm and our urgency
I strive for equilibrium between serenity and passion.


To protest their notion of fraternity and race
I denounce their beliefs in unity based on kinship and ethnicity.


I never masked my grief
I have always been open about my sorrow and pain.


So come show your face
Reveal your true identity and intentions.


Come out to breathe just for a while
Take a break from the suffocating confines of their expectations.


And do not neglect your guile
Use your cunning and deceit to achieve your goals.


Come home, come home, for the trials of rome.
Return to the city of Rome to face the challenges and trials of life.


Now you try to break free
You attempt to escape from the constraints of society.


With more courage than skill
You are brave but inexperienced.


And what worried me then
My concern at that time was...


And worries me still
I am still troubled by...


Is that you can't stab a king in the dark
You cannot harm someone in power without being detected.


And you need that initial spark to be pure
You require a righteous catalyst to justify your actions.


And you need to be sure of your shot
You must be confident in your ability to succeed.


So bury me beneath their arenas
I prefer to die rather than fight for their entertainment.


While the scent still lingers
Before my essence fades away.


This icy ring has turned my hand
My fingers have gone numb from the cold metal of my weapon.


So cold and so numb
I am physically and emotionally desensitized.


Now it's time to bare the secrets you wear
You must reveal the hidden truths that weigh you down.


At your throat and be gone
You must face the consequences of your actions and leave.


All tired and naked
Exhausted and vulnerable.


I'd trade my gun for a blanket
I would gladly exchange my weapon for warmth and comfort.


And get some sleep tonight
I need rest to recover and heal.


To wear tomorrow's scars with pride
I will embrace the challenges and traumas of the future.


I can still smell it on you
I can sense the influence they have over you.


The spell they put on you
The control they have over your thoughts and actions.


For what has been repressed
The feelings and desires that have been suppressed.


Shall leak out through the cracks
They will slowly seep out and become apparent over time.


Have you come to run astray with me?
Do you intend to flee with me?


Bound to know a few secrecies?
Are you aware of some confidential information?


So nod your thanks to me
Express gratitude for my guidance and assistance.


For these are the gifts that custom demands
These actions are what society expects from us.


Lemons and tea and a letter that grants freedom and obscurity
Symbolic gestures of liberty and anonymity.




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Silver Pant

"All tired and naked I'd trade my gun for a blanket And get some sleep tonight To wear tomorrow's scars with pride I can still smell it on you The spell they put on you For what has been repressed Shall leak out through the cracks Have you come to run astray with me? Bound to know a few secrecies? So nod your thanks to me For these are the gifts that custom demands Lemons and tea and a letter that grants Freedom and obscurity..."

PobratymOleksa

Such subtle feelings...

Federico Monti

Come si fa a scrivere musica tanto bella?