DARK SANCTUARY - Seul, Face Au Sinistre | Текст песни

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"Les flammes de ces bougies,
RГѓВ©percutant leurs visages
sur ce mur inerte...
Construction humaine
Sur laquelle, Jadis,
Fut projetГѓВ© du sang...
Fut projetГѓВ© mon sang...

Ô, Flammes Ancestrales
Sans misГѓВЁre, ni sensibilitГѓВ©...
Sans larmes, ni rires
Mais pourtant si rГѓВ©elles"

Puis ce sang, stagnant...
DГѓВ©routant l'isthme
De cet encГѓВ©phale errant,
Perdu dans le nГѓВ©ant...

Mais qu'apporterait le nГѓВ©ant,
Si ce n'est une nouvelle vie,
Face ГѓВ cette entaille grandissante,
Qu'est la frГѓВ©missante mort humaine...

Qu'est ce que la dГѓВ©livrance,
Issue morbide et mystique,
Laissant place au vide glacial,
Et probablement ГѓВ un prГѓВ©cipice...

Tel ce sang, stagnant... Fuyant la cohГѓВ©rence,
Divisant les sens, Perturbant l'ataraxie...

[Translation]

[Alone In Front of Nothingness]

[Music by Arkdae, Lyrics by Sombre CГѓВїr]

"The flames of these candles,
Reflecting their faces
On this inert wall...
Human construction
On which once
Blood was thrown...
On which my blood was thrown...

Oh, ancestral flames
Deprived of misery, or sensibility...
Deprived of tears, or laughter...
But yet so real . "

And this stagnant blood...
Sending astray the isthmus
Of this wandering encephallus,
Lost in nothingness...

But what else would bring nothingness
But a new life,
In front of this increasing wound,
Which the rustling human death is...

What is deliverance,
Morbid and mystical outlet,
Leaving place for the icy void,
And perhaps for a precipice...

Like this stagnant blood...
Fleeing from coherence,
Dividing the senses,
Disturbing ataraxia...