This song awakens the urge to become french and clean the country with a steel broom
@arkillonpaname9719
8 ай бұрын
Toute aide est acceptée pour ça !
@galaad8024
Жыл бұрын
Paroles en français : Qui mane junctum vesperi Diem vocari praecipis Illiabitur tetrum chaos Audi preces cum fletibus Ne mens grava ta crimine Vitae sit exul munere Duum nil perenne cogitat Seseque culpis illigat Dans la vie, père m’a dit : ne suis que deux règles : 1- " Tue, casse, brûle, prends les diamants. " Et si tu n’y arrives : 2- " Brûle, casse, tue, prends les diamants Brûle ! Casse ! Brûle tout ! " Nous étions rois, enivrés par l’écume L’écume du sang, l’écume de l’océan Nos têtes de proue déchiquetant la brume Et nos épées laissant mille trous béants Nos drakkars noirs, profilés comme des glaives Perçaient la terre du peuple des brebis Et remplis d’or, filant le long des grèves Repartaient lourds d’esclaves et de rubis
@guest3988
2 жыл бұрын
One of my favourite KPN track.
@O8SOL3TE
5 жыл бұрын
LYRICS IN ENGLISH: (I don't speak Latin, this is only the french part) In life, father told me: "only follow two rules Kill, break, burn, take the diamonds And if you don't succeed: Burn, break, kill, take the diamonds Burn! Break! Burn everything!" We were kings, drunken from the foam The foam of blood, the foam of the ocean Our prow-heads shredding the mist And our swords leaving a thousand gaping holes. Our black longships, shaped like swords Pierced the land of the sheep people And filled with gold, sailing past the shores Made their way back, heavy with slaves and rubies. We were kings, drunken from the foam The foam of blood, the foam of the ocean Our prow-heads shredding the mist And our swords leaving a thousand gaping holes.
@wehrwolflied8148
3 жыл бұрын
Can you translate Turbofascisme?
@elon_bust
3 жыл бұрын
We wuz kangz
@PsykoClownJuggalo35
Жыл бұрын
Who joins the morning in the evening You order the day to be called There will be terrible chaos Hear prayers with tears. Do not let your mind be burdened with this crime Life should be a function of exile He thinks of nothing forever He binds himself with guilt. that what the latin part mean to said when you translate it on google
@manudesre1142
7 ай бұрын
Ça c ma préférée de toutes
@nazghoul6664
2 жыл бұрын
I can just see myself blaring this while sailing down the streams of Paris in a minerah will eating frog legs and a crosant 😁😄🤘
@manudesre1142
7 ай бұрын
La meilleure des meilleurrs
@darketernity3653
3 жыл бұрын
Awesome!
@phileasmahuzier6713
Жыл бұрын
extrêmement stylé
@Me-im9ol
2 жыл бұрын
Esto es arte
@Jaime060606
2 жыл бұрын
Qui mane junctum vesperi Diem vocari praecipis Illiabitur tetrum chaos Audi preces cum fletibus. Ne mens grava ta crimine Vitae sit exul munere Duum nil perenne cogitat Seseque culpis illigat.
@ssm_films
Жыл бұрын
🤘🏽
@atumarunahermeticoentrance8892
3 жыл бұрын
😉😎👌🏻👍🏻👊🏻☠🖤🎱🎱
@patrykhubertoleksy4958
9 ай бұрын
Best 1:50
@colinlewiston4491
3 жыл бұрын
lmao sounds like golem from lord of the rings
@HopefulNihilist
Жыл бұрын
Literally deaf.
@ChodeMaster
23 күн бұрын
golem
@Mempocraft
8 күн бұрын
nor a kholem geborn a golem
@giovalentino8689
3 жыл бұрын
J’aime pas law
@O8SOL3TE
5 жыл бұрын
LYRICS IN ENGLISH: (I don't speak Latin, this is only the french part) In life, father told me: "only follow two rules Kill, break, burn, take the diamonds And if you don't succeed: Burn, break, kill, take the diamonds Burn! Break! Burn everything!" We were kings, drunken from the foam The foam of blood, the foam of the ocean Our prow-heads shredding the mist And our swords leaving a thousand gaping holes. Our black longships, shaped like swords Pierced the land of the sheep people And filled with gold, sailing past the shores Made their way back, heavy with slaves and rubies. We were kings, drunken from the foam The foam of blood, the foam of the ocean Our prow-heads shredding the mist And our swords leaving a thousand gaping holes.
@n8wolf575
3 жыл бұрын
i dont speak english, can you tranlate it to french ? :D
@galaad8024
Жыл бұрын
@@n8wolf575 Qui mane junctum vesperi Diem vocari praecipis Illiabitur tetrum chaos Audi preces cum fletibus Ne mens grava ta crimine Vitae sit exul munere Duum nil perenne cogitat Seseque culpis illigat Dans la vie, père m’a dit : ne suis que deux règles : 1- " Tue, casse, brûle, prends les diamants. " Et si tu n’y arrives : 2- " Brûle, casse, tue, prends les diamants Brûle ! Casse ! Brûle tout ! " Nous étions rois, enivrés par l’écume L’écume du sang, l’écume de l’océan Nos têtes de proue déchiquetant la brume Et nos épées laissant mille trous béants Nos drakkars noirs, profilés comme des glaives Perçaient la terre du peuple des brebis Et remplis d’or, filant le long des grèves Repartaient lourds d’esclaves et de rubis
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