À cinq heures, for the last time, we held hands
The both of us, with bruised, blemished throats,
You, and I, never gave in to their demands.
Perish in solace, no soul, to witness our last croaks.
Mon Diot, Mon Diot, How I call to you.

Maintenant, it is our beautiful bodies, strapped to the stake
Eyes, like glass, they observe the sunset streaked sky.
Let us pray they bury—our ashes—let it be for our sake
Please, let it be, we may have sinned but naught lived a lie.
Oh God, Oh God, It was love, I could not refuse.

Mon Diot, Mon Diot, Bodies charred and I feel brand new
Oh God, Oh God, He, and I, together in death with nothing to lose.
Mon Diot, Mon Diot, I recall your lips a vibrant hue
Oh God, Oh God, Hear my cry; around him, I feel drunk on booze.

Un jour, je retournerai à toi encore. Je t’aime, mon chéri.