Folie verte

am the green Fairy
My robe is the color of despair
I have nothing in common with the fairies of the past
What I need is blood, red and hot
The palpitating flesh of my victims
Alone, I will kill France, the present is dead
Long live the future...
But me, I kill the future and in family I destroy
The love of country, courage, honor
I am the purveyor of hell, penitentiaries, hospitals
Who am I finally?
I am the instigator of crime
I am ruin and sorrow
I am shame
I am dishonor
I am death
I am absinthe