The Pine Processionary (Thaumetopoea Pityocampa) Video (MV)

The Summer that year gifted us a swarm of moths
They poured like snow in the morning
Walk in procession like men of the Cloth
Out the abbey for the mourning

They looted the hills of our land, dried the leaves
And vanished as they came
The famine souvenir of paper winged thieves
And the wind rose from our blame

Cursed everything to slip away

Have mercy of us our Lord, we fear your hand
Qui a construit cathédrales de rage
Which martyr beheaded this week in the sand
Le Grand Frère pour le Moyen Âge

And the wind rose from our blame
Cursed everything to slip away

Think of you before sleep
To find you in my dreams
Think of you before sleep
You draw me in my nightmare

The Summer that year gifted us a swarm of moths
They poured like rain in the morning
Walk in procession like men of the Cloth
In line for the mourning

Have mercy of us our Lord, we fear your hand
Which built cathedrals of rage
Which martyr beheaded this week in the sand
The Big Brother for the Middle Age

And the wind blows it all away

Think of you before sleep
To find you in my dreams
Think of you before sleep
You draw me in my nightmare