In this song, Luna reveals a side of her she never shows. ℹ️ ENGLISH TRANSLATION AND EXPLANATION BELOW THE ORIGINAL-LYRICS ℹ️ 🖤🖤🖤 🎧🎧🎧 Lyrics by sladefoley © 2025 - translated into French by ChatGPT 🎶 Wir haben eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten aufgebaut. 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz 💞Spread the love and the fire!💞 💕🫂We're the place where love and support grows by each day🫂💕 Join the SunoFam 2.0 and be a part of it: 👉 https://discord.gg/sunofam ~~~~~~~~LOVE~~SUPPORT~~UNITY~~~~~~~~ Join House 33 for exactly that! 👉 https://discord.gg/7PUWgZmh https://linktr.ee/sladefoleyofficial —————————————————————— [Intro] "Le silence me parle, il connaît mon nom... Chaque cicatrice respire encore... Le feu ne juge pas, il attend... Et moi… je danse." [Verse 1] J’entends leurs voix quand la nuit se ferme, Des cœurs sans cri, des yeux sans terme. On m’a appris la peur, la honte, Alors j’en ai fait mon arme, ma honte. Ils portaient l’or, mais leurs mains saignaient, Sous leurs trônes, des âmes coulaient. Je ne poursuis pas — je juge, Leur silence est ma refuge. [Chorus] Danse de la douleur — tourne encore, tourne encore. Le feu me suit, le feu m’adore, feu m’adore. Danse de la douleur — tourne encore, tourne encore. Le feu me suit, le feu m’adore, feu m’adore. [Verse 2] Le feu me connaît par mon nom, Il ne me brûle plus, il m’écoute. Dans ses reflets, je ne pleure pas — Je me souviens. Je danserai pour celles qu’on a perdues, Pour leurs prières jamais rendues. Tant que mon cœur fera du bruit, Cette danse ne prendra pas fin. [Chorus] Danse de la douleur — tourne encore, tourne encore. Le feu me suit, le feu m’adore, feu m’adore. Danse de la douleur — tourne encore, tourne encore. Le feu me suit, le feu m’adore, feu m’adore. [Bridge] Quand tout s’éteint, je continue — en silence, sans pardon. Ce n’est pas la fin, C’est la danse. [Final Chorus] Danse de la douleur — tourne encore, tourne encore. Le feu me suit, le feu m’adore, feu m’adore. Danse de la douleur — tourne encore, tourne encore. Le feu me suit, le feu m’adore, feu m’adore. Danse de la douleur — tourne encore, tourne encore. Le feu me suit, le feu m’adore, feu m’adore. Danse de la douleur — tourne encore, tourne encore. Le feu me suit, le feu m’adore, feu m’adore. [Outro] "Je mènerai cette danse jusqu’au bout — même si c’est la dernière chose que je fais." ——————————————————————🖤🍪 [Intro] "Silence speaks to me... it knows my name. Every scar is still breathing. Fire does not judge. It waits. And I… I dance." [Verse 1] I hear their voices when the night closes in, hearts that never screamed, eyes that never found rest. They taught me fear, they taught me shame, so I turned it into a weapon — turned shame into strength. They wore gold while their hands were bleeding, souls drowning beneath their thrones. I do not chase — I decide. Their silence is where I take refuge. [Chorus] Dance of pain — keep turning, keep turning. Fire follows me, fire claims me. Dance of pain — keep turning, keep turning. Fire follows me, fire claims me. [Verse 2] Fire knows me by my name. It no longer burns me — it listens. In its reflection, I don’t cry — I remember. I will dance for those who were taken, for prayers that were never answered. As long as my heart still makes a sound, this dance will never end. [Chorus] Dance of pain — keep turning, keep turning. Fire follows me, fire claims me. Dance of pain — keep turning, keep turning. Fire follows me, fire claims me. [Bridge] When everything fades, I go on — in silence, without forgiveness. This is not the end. This is the dance. [Final Chorus] Dance of pain — keep turning, keep turning. Fire follows me, fire claims me. Dance of pain — keep turning, keep turning. Fire follows me, fire claims me. [Outro] "I will lead this dance to the very end — even if it’s the last thing I ever do." —————————————————————— Explanation / Context: In this song, Luna Tick reveals a side of herself that she usually keeps strictly hidden. Not as a perpetrator, not as a judge — but as the voice behind the action. The text is neither a confession nor a justification. It is a poetic self-definition. Luna does not explain what she does, but why she cannot stop. What others perceive as violence or cruelty is, to her, consequence. She is not driven by pleasure, revenge, or satisfaction, but by necessity. She does not act because she wants to — she acts because she believes someone must. Unable to speak openly about her motives, Luna retreats into another language. The distance of French protects her from closeness, from emotion, from explanation. The “dance” becomes a metaphor for her method: precise, ritualized, endless. Fire does not symbolize destruction here, but clarity. It does not judge. It does not hesitate. It waits. Just like Luna. She sees her actions as a service to those who no longer have a voice: the victims, the forgotten, the unprotected. Chrissy is among those she protects as well — even if that protection is never gentle. Forgiveness has no place here. Neither does an ending. Luna will continue this mission as long as she exists. Not for recognition. Not for redemption. And never for herself. ... so her dance continues ...
