[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre CAr]
Au-delA de toute tristesse
De tout mApris...
La douleur
ineffable,
Qu'est la mAlancolie...
Rampe dans le c?ur des mortels...
Des survivants de l'oubli...
Traverse l'ame
blessAe,
MortifiAe par la foi...
Telle une lame affilAe,
GoAtant la chair trahie...
C'est de ce fruit qu'il
goAta,
...Dont il apprAcia la chair...
Et ce sont les esprits hantAs,
Qui rAdent dAsormais...
AuprAs d'une ame
usAe,
Partant A la dArive...
Rejoignant les trApassAs,
Les immortels assoiffAs...
D'une trop longue attente...
D'une si
grande mAsentente...
D'un si grand mApris de leur dieu...
Qui les regarde moisir...
DAsirant rAgner sans
entrailles,
Ni viscAres...
Le Mortel regrette son avAnement
Se venge grace A la mort...
Au-delA de toute
rAalitA
EphAmAre...
[Translation]
[Deep Sadness]
[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre CAr]
Beyond any
sadness
Any scorn...
The ineffable pain,
Which melancholy is...
Creeps in the heart of mortals...
Of those who outlived
oblivion...
Passes across the hurted soul,
Mortified by faith...
As a sharp blade
Tasting betrayed flesh...
He
tasted this fruit...
And enjoyed its flesh...
And now the haunted spirits
Are prowling around...
Around an exhausted
soul,
That is fading away...
Rejoining those passed,
The thirsty immortals...
Who have been waiting for too long...
Who
have been so much misunderstood...
So much despised by their god...
Who watches them rot...
Wanting to reign without
entrails,
Nor viscera...
The mortal regrets his advent,
Has his revenge through death...
Beyond any ephemeral
reality...
[Translated from french by Aries]
