Unwavering Presence (virtues-patience)

Verse 1
You sip like wine from a crystal glass (mmm…)
Leave me hollow, shadows that you pass (oh…)
Tes mains linger where they don’t belong
I hum the tune of giving too long (hmm… trop longtemps…)

[Chorus]
Veylan de Sang, a quiet song (mmm…)
You take the night while I hum along (oh…)
Veylan de Sang, soft and low (hmm…)
You drain the light, but I still glow (je brille encore…)

Verse 2
I pour the river, let it flow unseen (mmm…)
Your touch is heavy, your eyes serene (oh…)
Des murmures where you leave your mark
I trace the fire that fades to dark (mmm… fade…)

[Chorus]
Veylan de Sang, a quiet song (mmm…)
You take the night while I hum along (oh…)
Veylan de Sang, soft and low (hmm…)
You drain the light, but I still glow (je brille encore…)

Bridge / Ad-Lib Section
Drink, take, and disappear (mmm…)
Hands like smoke, yet I feel you here (oh…)
Veylan, Veylan, quietly… (mmm…)
Je me relève, from shadows clear (hmm…)

[Final Chorus]
Veylan de Sang, a quiet song (mmm…)
You take the night while I hum along (oh…)
Veylan de Sang, soft and low (mmm…)
You drain the light, but I still glow (je brille encore…)


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The French phrases are:

Tes mains → Your hands

trop longtemps → too long

Des murmures → whispers

je brille encore → I still glow

Je me relève → I rise again

Dirty Girl (sins-lust)

Idle Hands (sins-sloth)

Current (virtues-temperance)

Watch the video for Vaylan de Sang
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArZr5qd_Ayo

Veylan de Sang (sins-gluttony)

Verse 1
The clock is spinning, but the hands don’t move
Jaws locked tight, I need the groove
Temptation gnawing, teeth on the bone
But I hold it steady, it won’t be long

Pre-Chorus
I hold steady…
Wait—wait—hold on—hold on
Chaos surrounds me…
Can I stand strong

Chorus
Anticipation, yeah, it cuts like a blade
Silence in the fury, to the wait I’m enslaved
Anticipation, I’m the venom and the cure
The longer that I’m waiting, the stronger I endure

Verse 2
Heartbeat pounding like a war drum sound
Every urge inside me wants to tear it down
But I sip slow poison with a steady hand
‘Cause control’s the weapon they can’t understand

Pre-Chorus
I hold steady…
Wait—wait—hold on—hold on
Chaos surrounds me…
Can I stand strong

Chorus
Anticipation, yeah, it cuts like a blade
Silence in the fury, to the wait I’m enslaved
Anticipation, I’m the venom and the cure
The longer that I’m waiting, the stronger I endure

Bridge
Tick… tick… tick…
Every second is mine
Tick… tick… tick…
Like a fuse on a line
Hold it, hold it—
‘Til the moment I strike
Patience is power,
Patience is fight

Final Chorus
Anticipation, oh, it runs through my veins
The smell of the rain, the weight in the air
Anticipation, I’m the venom and the prayer
The stillness before motion, I’ll still be there

Teeth on the Bones (virtues - patience)

This track blends dark, poetic imagery with a raw blues-rock backbone. The verses paint a portrait of destructive love — chaos, broken glass, fire, and ashes — delivered in her smoky rasp that makes every word sting. The pre-chorus repeats like a chant, “Your fractures hum,” evoking both gospel echoes and the sound of something breaking inside.

You're the chaos against my skin,
storms you drown me in.
Shattered pieces in your path,
broken wings from shards of glass.

I carry echoes,
your fractures hum.

Flying high in reverie,
caught inside your gravity.
Changing your velocity,
breaking out of your gravity.

You're the spark to your flame,
hands off the wheel — I watch you crash.
Out of the wreckage,
love is ash.

I carry echoes,
your fractures hum.

Flying high in reverie,
caught inside your gravity.
Breaking out of your gravity.

Fracture

I buried my shoes in a jar of honey,
Watched the clock bleed out its spine.
The preacher sold me lightning cheap,
Said the thunder was divine.

Teeth in the river, eyes in the rain,
I kissed a broken angel on a runaway train.
Sing me backwards, tear me apart,
A choir in the ashes, a church in my heart.

I carved a song into a dead man’s trumpet,
Played it slow ‘til the silence cracked.
My shadow ran off with a one-eyed crow,
But I swear to God, it’s coming back.

Oh, the fire tastes sweet when it burns like wine,
I drank the devil’s smile and it tasted like mine.

Undone

Lust in the shadows, hunger in the flame
Gluttony whispers, and Greed calls my name
Sloth drags me under, Wrath burns my skin
Envy keeps countin’, Pride says I’ll win
But the sins of saints don’t stay in the dark
They carve their lessons deep in the heart

Every fall, every scar, every broken road I’ve known
Turns to light in the cracks of stone

The Saints all know, the Saints all sing
Hope’s a crown from the suffering
The sins of saints don’t chain the soul
Through fire and ashes, we are whole

Lust turns to Love, Gluttony to Grace
Greed gives to Mercy, Sloth learns the pace
Wrath bows to Patience, Envy to Trust
Pride falls to Humble, returnin’ to dust
Oh, the Saints all know, it’s carved in the bone
Every sin’s shadow makes the light our own

Every wound, every cry, every burden I let go
Turns to hope in the seeds we sow

The Saints all know, the Saints all sing
Hope’s a crown from the suffering
The sins of saints don’t chain the soul
Through fire and ashes, we are whole

Mercy bends, mercy breaks
Hope don’t die, it only shakes
Even saints have sins to bear
But every sinner finds hope there

The Saints all know, the Saints all know
The sins of saints, the sins of saints
Can’t steal the light, can’t steal the light
Hope remains, hope remains

The Saints all know…
The sins of saints…
Hope still grows…
Through the sins of saints…

The Sins of Saints (virtues - hope)

Hey Mr Honesty
Tall tale teller
Telln stories
Like a drunkn sailor
Your lips move'n
Lies flow
Everyone knows
Where your honesty goes

Liar liar pants on fire
Bullshit hang'n
On a telephone wire
Liar liar pants on fire
Bullshit slang'n
On a live wire

Mr Honesty Devil on your tongue
Mr Honesty damage done
Mr Honesty snake in the grass
Karma gunna kick your ass

Mr Honesty
Wink'n at the crowd
Spinning tales
Momma must be proud
Strings get tangled
Lies dont stop
That aint the way
To make dem girls panties drop

Liar liar deep fat fryer
Bullshit hang'n
On a telephone wire
Liar liar pants on fire
Bullshit slang'n
On a live wire

Fibber fony little snitch
The bigger the lie
The deeper the ditch
Tattletale tattletale
Hang your britches on a rusty nail
Fibber fibber little snitch
Blow'n smoke like a little

Mr Honesty Devil on your tongue
Mr Honesty damage done
Mr Honesty snake in the grass
Mr Honesty Karma gunna kick your ass

Liar liar mouth on fire
Bullshit slang'n
On a live wire
Mr Honesty

Mr Honesty

Heard some whispers ’bout you again
Folks talkin’ ’bout who you’re with what where when
I just sit back nod and smile
I ain’t got time for the rumor mile

Spread’n gossip you’re the subject line
A pretty red dress envy in disguise
You ain’t got nothin’ better to do
Talkin’ ’bout things that ain’t true

I don’t talk shit (I don’t talk shit)
’Bout shit that doesn’t need to be talked shit about
I don’t talk shit (I don’t talk shit)
’Bout shit that doesn’t need to be talked shit about
Keep it real keep it classy
I’m just bein’ cute and a little sassy
(I don’t talk shit) ’Bout shit that doesn’t need to be talked shit about

Gossip’s nature’s little telephone
Spreadin’ lies like a megaphone
If we burned calories when you talked shit
We’d all be supermodels that’s legit

Spread’n gossip you’re the subject line
A pretty red dress envy in disguise
You ain’t got nothin’ better to do
Talkin’ ’bout things that ain’t true

I don’t talk shit (I don’t talk shit)
’Bout shit that doesn’t need to be talked shit about
I don’t talk shit (I don’t talk shit)
’Bout shit that doesn’t need to be talked shit about
Keep it real keep it classy
I’m just bein’ cute and a little sassy
(I don’t talk shit) ’Bout shit that doesn’t need to be talked shit about

Keep my distance stay in your lane
Talkin’ your trash talkin’ insane
I’ve seen the whispers heard rumors fly
Spread’n gossip you’re the subject line

I don’t talk shit (I don’t talk shit)
’Bout shit that doesn’t need to be talked shit about
I don’t talk shit (I don’t talk shit)
’Bout shit that doesn’t need to be talked shit about
Keep it real keep it classy
I’m just bein’ cute and a little sassy
(I don’t talk shit) ’Bout shit that doesn’t need to be talked shit about

I Don’t Talk Shit

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