[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre CГѓВїr]
Au-delГѓВ de toute tristesse
De tout mГѓВ©pris…
La douleur ineffable,
Qu’est la mГѓВ©lancolie…
Rampe dans le c?ur des mortels…
Des survivants de l’oubli…
Traverse l’ГѓВўme blessГѓВ©e,
MortifiГѓВ©e par la foi…
Telle une lame affilГѓВ©e,
GoГѓВ»tant la chair trahie…
C’est de ce fruit qu’il goГѓВ»ta,
…Dont il apprГѓВ©cia la chair…
Et ce sont les esprits hantГѓВ©s,
Qui rГѓВґdent dГѓВ©sormais…
AuprГѓВЁs d’une ГѓВўme usГѓВ©e,
Partant ГѓВ la dГѓВ©rive…
Rejoignant les trГѓВ©passГѓВ©s,
Les immortels assoiffГѓВ©s…
D’une trop longue attente…
D’une si grande mГѓВ©sentente…
D’un si grand mГѓВ©pris de leur dieu…
Qui les regarde moisir…
DГѓВ©sirant rГѓВ©gner sans entrailles,
Ni viscГѓВЁres…
Le Mortel regrette son avГѓВЁnement
Se venge grГѓВўce ГѓВ la mort…
Au-delГѓВ de toute rГѓВ©alitГѓВ©
EphГѓВ©mГѓВЁre…
[Translation]
[Deep Sadness]
[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre CГѓВїr]
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]