Le bruit des vagues

Chasing 
This passionate storm 
Tempest 
This wretched roar 
Staring 
At this blank canvas 
So white, so pure 
Was this my cure? 
Bloody hands 
Splattering 
Words and sounds 
No sound was heard 
No vision found 
Just cold reverbs 

A red string passing through my veins 
Boiling blood, my deepest fears erupted to awaken this strange dream I forbade 
But the screams and cries 
The infernal skies 
I saw the herd 
The falling birds 
And in reverse 
I stopped and saw 
And from the ground 
The Thing emerged 
Standing tall 
Threatening 
The greenish waste 
Dripping down its face 
The blackest eyes 
A breath of lies 
I saw its past 
A king of graft 
A former preacher 
Now a soulless creature 
Pyramids of currency 
And then they came 
In golden chains 
The children danced 
In misery 
Oh, fatherly...

Spoliarium

Tachycardia

Removed from clan 
Thrown out the brotherhood 
Stained with blood 

Now with wolves 
Dancing in 
A circle of fire and lust 

Mother 
Father and son 
Brother 
Never look back

Abandon

Lying faced at the smoked-filled sky 
Approaching death as I give my last breath 
To tell the story of what became of me 
It was… 

Morning, woke up with a piercing pain 
Something I’ve never felt before 
What was the cause of this? 
I really had to know 
Rose only to collapse on the wooden floor. 

A glance at the TV screen 
Visions of fallen monuments and apocalypse 
Blue, white overshadowed by red 
Wind blowing as the waves called my name. 

21, it was meant to be 
Standing straight among these men who came to fight with me 
Muddy hands gripping danger and safety 
I thought about the kids back home 
But I swore to Thy 
That I would bring the heads of the ones who stole the lives of these families 
It was my duty 
And I proudly obeyed it 
All the way to the dusty lands of the enemy 

Thunderous sounds of napalm and led 
Left and right 
My brothers fall dead 
The smell of flesh and flames overwhelming the battlefield 
Cries on opposite ends 
Mother and child, foreground of the scene 
Crucifix lines locked at the younger one 
One eye through the tunnel 
I cease 
In disbelief, the eyes of Rose 
A piercing pain in my chest 
A red waterfall pours down on my hands 
Visions of fallen monuments and apocalypse 
As I collapse on the corpse-filled ground

Heroic (The Patriot)

Collared stripes 
Hit the strike 
Like a moment I 
See the light 
Rhythm in 
My bloodstream cause 
Movie scene, hit the pause 
Back entrance, that's the first 
"Take good care." 
Those were the words 
"See you later." 
Felt so long 
For now I'm all alone 
Hop on, take the front 
Statues from the rearview won't, matter 
Familiar click, familiar clip 
Side mirror is my amusement 
I'm moving forward, I wanna go back 
But I have to wait... 

Summer, you've left a mark in me 
In a darkroom, waiting to unveil 
Little particles beam to reveal 
Thoughts perspiring 
Inhaling that scent of lavender 
And I knew you'd still stay for a while.

Still

Place d'Armes [French for "a place where the city's defenders unite"] is a post-hardcore duo born in Montreal, Canada of over-caffeination and hours of musical inspiration coming from the sounds of metal, hardcore punk, shoegaze, ambient, hip-hop, electronic, and folk.

We scream our lungs out for your listening pleasure.

Place d'Armes is: 

Jessie-Jamz Ozaeta - drums, guitar, vocals 
Regy Pimentel - guitar, vocals 