Seeing fleeing the siege by Thibaut Narme Lyrics

But I'm a not a cosmopolitan
I come from the land forever red-shirted
Back then forth, on a lifeless pendulum
Grooming more aliens
Their last frontier, our crop fields

And I wasn't born in purple
But got blood on my face
Morally ostracized,
I'll never be one of them

So I crashed the cast
Stole the cameras
And drew a larger picture

They rebuked the barbarian at the gates
And they were so many of them
With walls of motion
Impregnable gray rocks

I've wintered so close though
The tunnels ran to my door
The night workers' bus right at the corner
From my camp, I tasted the city lights
And I gave up

This must have been my fate

I fled to the septentrional island, that wasn’t the bed of my breath

And the banner was bright
And winter barely nipping