Recueil de poèmes en hommage aux deux auteurs
J'ai terminé cette nuit d'insomnie:La porte de Bosch(médiathèque)
Edité par Les nouveaux auteurs , 2019
Otto van Helsing sait. Il sait que le tableau qu'il contemple tous les Jours dans son manoir de Wittemer End a quelque chose de particulier. Il sait que c'est une oeuvre du grand Jérôme Bosch, même si elle n'a jamais été authentifiée. Un jour, le vieil homme se rend compte avec inquiétude que des créatures ont disparu de la toile... et en découvre une dans sa bibliothèque ! Fasciné et épouvanté, il fait appel à Rebecca Decker, une jeune cartomancienne spécialiste des phénomènes occultes, pour l'aider à faire la lumière sur ces événements étranges. Pendant ce temps, de sombres forces se rassemblent et le vent se lève... Rebecca ne le sait pas encore, mais elle devra bientôt se lancer dans une course contre la montre, une quête à travers trois continents dont l'enjeu dépassera tout ce qu'elle aurait pu imaginer. Un étrange tableau, un compte à rebours implacable... Rebecca Decker sera-t-elle prête à payer le prix de la vérité?
Paroles
"And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying,
'Come and see.' and I saw, and behold a white horse"
One of the four beasts saying,
'Come and see.' and I saw, and behold a white horse"
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down
When the man comes around
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down
When the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground?
When the man comes around
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground?
When the man comes around
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
It's alpha and omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
It's alpha and omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
It's alpha and omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the prick
In measured hundredweight and penny pound
When the man comes around
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin'
It's alpha and omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the prick
In measured hundredweight and penny pound
When the man comes around
"And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked, and behold a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was death, and hell followed with him"
And I looked, and behold a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was death, and hell followed with him"
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Paroliers : John Cash
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