Bishop and Beth--French/English Love Song

“À Toi, Mon Serment” — Bishop’s Love Song to Beth

This is not a love song. This is a war cry dressed in devotion, a vow written in lust and storm.

Bishop’s unraveling, À Toi, Mon Serment is a poetic confession—half in French, half in blood. Every lyric is saturated with the swamp he was born in-- the weight of rage, ruin, and the one woman who burned through it all.

This is Bishop giving her everything: his past, his rage, his silence, his skin. A vow without return.

The Lyrics:

Je ne te prends pas pour te briser,
Mais pour t’apprendre à résister.
Chaque soupir que tu retiens,
Je le respire, il devient mien.

I don’t take you just to break—
I hold you firm so you won’t shake.
Every breath you try to hide,
I take it in. It lives inside.

Viens, laisse tomber ta guerre en moi,
Fais de ma peau ta seule loi.
Je ne suis pas ton sauveur parfait,
Je suis le mal que tu voulais.

Come, let your battle fall on me,
Make my skin your sanctity.
I’m not the saint you thought you’d find,
I’m the lust your soul designed

Ta peur danse et ton feu m’appelle,
Je suis l’homme qui dort sous ton ciel.
Pas de lumière, juste ton vent—
Ta tempête vit dans mon sang.

Your fear moves like a flame at night,
I’m the shadow that kissed your light.
No stars, just the hush of your breath—
Your storm runs hot beneath my flesh.

Viens, laisse tomber ta guerre en moi,
Fais de ma peau ta seule loi.
Je ne suis pas ton sauveur parfait,
Je suis le mal que tu voulais.
—
Come, let your battle fall on me,
Make my skin your sanctity
I’m not the saint you thought you’d find,
I’m the sin your soul defied.

À toi, mon serment…
Sans retour.