(Spoken, whispered over deep drums and slow accordion) “Dans la cocotte, le diable mijote… du feu, du vin, de la chair…” “Recette ou malédiction…? C’est le dîner final.” Cut the beef like broken vows Lardons sizzle, demons prowl Carrots, onions, in the night Pinot Noir, my blood, my fight Smoke rise, oil dance, Sear the soul in a hungry trance Garlic speaks in tongues, beware The scent of sin is in the air 🔥 Bœuf Bourguignon! Feu de vin! Boil your love in a stew of time Thyme and blood, the potion’s right Let it burn, baby — all damn night 🔥 Cocotte noire... feu vivant... (Mmmh...) ça sent la fin du monde... lentement. Greedy hands, I stir the grief Mushrooms whisper under heat Oignons grelots like little eyes Staring back as silence dies Bubbles speak in velvet tones Spoon the guilt off all these bones A touch of chocolate — one last sin To seal the deal you’re cooking in 🔥 Bœuf Bourguignon! Feu de vin! Boil your love in a stew of time La viande tombe — elle s’abandonne Like every heart I’ve ever known 🔥 (Tribal drums + ambient whispers) "Stir slow… don’t look away…" "The sauce knows if your love is fake…" "Low and long — the ancient way…" "A dish for gods. Or Judgment Day." (Beat stripped, slow bassline, dreamlike vocals) Pinot. Peau. Pardon. Feu. Sel. Sang. Soupirs. Adieu. (Falling echoes, haunted accordion…) 🔥 Bœuf Bourguignon! Feu de vin! Dance with me through space and brine Lick the grief from copper spoons The devil dines by crescent moons 🔥 (Soft whistle melody, fading out) Et quand le goût t’embrasse la gorge… Tu sauras... c’était plus qu’un plat. C’était un sort... servi bien chaud...